Jeremiah's birth story part 1.

Okay, here goes. This is very sad for me, but I feel I need to put it down into words. Here is the days leading up to Jeremiah's demise and his birth story:

When I found out I was pregnant with Jeremiah I was elated. I was so excited to bring another sibling into the world for my 2 other kids. I was so excited for the first kick, for the belly that I was growing, for everything. I was living with my in-laws at the time while our house was being built. They have a 2-story house and I was staying in the bedroom on the bottom floor. One night I was carrying a bowl of ice cream and a glass of water down their steep, slick, carpeted steps. I was just about to the last step on the bottom landing when I fell. Because I was carrying the glass of water in one hand and the ice cream in the other, I had no hands to brace my fall. The ice cream went flying and the glass of water fell to the floor. I fell really hard on my butt. I fell so hard that I later found out I had broken my tailbone. I had to sit on a doughnut for 2 weeks. I called my doctor's office the next morning and they assured me I was fine, but I better get checked out. My doctor assured me that a lot of pregnant women fall during their pregnancies and since I fell on my butt that I should be okay. They checked his heart beat and told me to go home and rest that he had a good heart rate. I was scared, but believed my doctor.

Fast forward to 2 weeks later. I had my normal 20-week ultrasound. I found out I was having a boy. My husband and I were elated. The ultrasound technician seemed to give us the feeling that it was a great ultrasound. My husband went off to work and I went into the holding room to see my doctor and get the great news. I found out that I had low amniotic fluid. The doctor assured me that he was fine, nothing to worry about, and that I would come back in 1 month to get a second ultrasound. I complained about having to get another ultrasound and he said "You are lucky that you are not one of the women I see that have to get an ultrasound once a week." Oh how I wish I had known, I would have loved to have gotten an ultrasound once a week just to know that he was alive. If I could go back in time and save him, I would.

Part 2 to be continued .....