I just wanted to start by saying thank you to whoever is reading my blog, thank you for all the love and support, thank you for being apart of my journey and keeping Ava in your thoughts and prayers. It means more to me than you could imagine!
Two blue lines, I'm never going to forget that day. As a mom of two already you kinda just know when something is up with your body. I was food shopping and pregnancy tests just happened to be on sale. I stood there for I kid you not 10 minutes debating on whether or not to buy one, and I did. My boyfriend was in the shower while I was taking the test and almost instantly two little lines showed up. I was shaking, my heart was racing and my first instinct was to run into the bathroom, I threw the pregnancy test over the shower curtain and it hit Louis coming down. He was so supportive and almost knew right away she was a girl. He was so excited, constantly talking about her, planning her nursery. The love in his eyes for a child he didn't meet yet was unexplainable. My first trimester was rocky because there was a blood clot right next to where she was developing, the doctor at the time wasn't hopeful about the pregnancy and was worried about a rupture. I bled on and off for weeks because of that clot. Even when the doctor wasn't hopeful through that Ava was growing, and developing normal, and I prayed and thanked God after every single appointment for keeping her safe. Second trimester creeped around very quickly and I was finally starting to leave that worry behind. My family, friends and I took bets on what the baby's gender would be and I swore up and down she was going to be a boy. Then at 16 weeks my sisters and I went to get a gender ultrasound done so I could surprise Louis when he got home. The tech asked what I thought the baby was and I said very confidentially " I'm 99% positive it's a boy", I'm never going to forget when she wrote " ITS A GIRL" on the screen. I screamed and cried in pure happiness. I couldn't even catch my breath. I was finally going to have my a daughter. Who would have thought five weeks ago from one of the happiest moments in my life my membranes would rupture and I would be at risk for loosing her. Instead of planning her baby shower I'm educating myself on micro preemies. I'm learning about survival rates and I'm learning about possible procedures that would have to be done in order to save her life. I will be updating this frequently so please feel free to share or comment.