I myself miscarried 2 children in 1981. One in February and the last in December. It was very devastating. However, mine were in the early months before 12 weeks. But to me, they were and are still my babies. Three years later, I gave birth to my son and 18 months after him came my daughter. God does bless us in many ways. God save our children. These babies deserved to live also, but it is not our ways, but the Lords of how and why things happen as they do.
I agree completely. I’m sorry for your losses. I’m glad you got the children you were destined to have though.
I went on to have 2 boys myself. My first I wasn’t really concerned about losing which I thought I would since I had lost the last pregnancy. My second though, I was terrified the entire time and I started telling the doctor what I thought was wrong at about 28 weeks. I told her he wouldn’t make it to his due date. We did the csection a week early for several reasons and when she brought him out she confirmed I was right about what I thought was wrong. Later she told me he was very close to cutting off his blood supply and very well may not have made it another week. You will never convince me there isn’t a connection between a mother and child. People who don’t have it, it’s usually because of some form of trauma or mental disorder.
That’s why, at least until now, abortion wasn’t something to be proud of. Most women really struggled with the decision, but as we’ve gone farther and farther from God…
I almost lost my daughter at 7 1/2 months. I awoke one morning feeling as if I had to really use the bathroom/peeing; sorry I'm trying to sound clean, but when I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I looked down at my legs and the floor was wet and it wasn't pee. I screamed and my husband/ who was an over the road truck driver, had just made it home the night before. He thought I had checked on our baby son and found him dead or something; so he ran completely past me. He came back to me and said, "Everything is fine, the baby's fine." But I looked up at him and then back down and he saw it. Anyway, I spent 3 days in the hospital sharing the room with another woman who did the same thing. The nurses would come in and ask, "How are my bleeders today?" Anyway, they ran every test they could and found nothing wrong. Their answer was, "Some women do that." Well when she was born at 40 weeks, she weighed 9 lbs. 6 1/2 ounces and was 18 inches long. She had gotten an infection that I was supposed to get but my antibodies fought it off and she got it. She had fluid under her eyelids/couldn't open her eyes, fluid under the skin of her hands, fingers, feet and toes. She also had a heart murmur which closed later; thank God. So they put her in neonatal unit. Now to look at her, you'd think nothing ever happened to her.
That is terrifying. Being pregnant is terrifying man…
My husband was also OTR for my second and I had placenta previa so he would have nightmares about that happening. Coming home to a nightmare.
I’m glad everything worked out!
My kids are still young, elementary school young. I worry a lot about the world we living in right now, it’s so crazy for them. It was crazy for me in the 90s! But it’s in Gods hands and so are they. Doesn’t mean I won’t do what I have to do while they’re in my hands.
My Lord, placenta previa is a life and death situation. So happy you and your baby made it through. I don't know what I would have done had that been me. Yes we are in crazy times and God will see us through. I know he's helped us all make it this far, and I know he will not forsake us.
Take plenty of pictures of your kids and make lots of memories. I feel as if it was just yesterday I brought mine home in my arms and now they're grown and I have eleven grandchildren. Sometimes I'd love to go back to those times when mine were much younger, but then I wouldn't have what I have now.
God bless you and yours and I will be praying for each of my friends and acquaintances who are patiently waiting for us to win back our country. It was nice talking to you and hope we get to talk again. Have a wonderful day.
Well when I mean she went off the deep end, she went off the deep end. Tried selling all the farm equipment, affairs, heavy drinking, falsely accusing my dad of assault… but dumb enough to say it happened on a day he could prove he was out of country.
I survived it and yes I did go off the deep end. I had my first "panic attack" with depression and stress which lasted about 2 or 3 years. I still have them "occassionally" but I recognize them for what they are. I simply shut them off by doing something so my mind doesn't dwell on them. They medicated me because I stayed drunk for about 3 months because I could not live with myself. After some time of medication, I decided I had had enough; so I threw out the pills and quit going to those "stupid" everyday psychiatric sessions. I told myself that I was "me once, and I will be me again." So I pulled myself up from the bottom I had hit and slowly got myself back. My husband, God bless him, toughed it out and put up with me. Any other man would have probably left me but he didn't. Then 3 years later, we had our first child and then the next year we had our daughter. Sometimes when life throws you lemons; you really do have to learn to make lemonade.
I wouldn't say that I am really strong, as I had my points in that time period where I really wanted to give up. And there are two kinds of stress and depression that cause panic. There is the inherited kind that other members of your family may have; and then there is the traumatic kind where you suffer from something you can not face. The traumatic kind is not a family trait and is easier to cope with and perhaps even rid yourself entirely; while the inherited stress will be with you for the rest of your life. Naturally I suffered the traumatic loss of 2 children I so desperately wanted and then I had thoughts that perhaps I would not ever have children.
Once I got to the cause and the differences, I knew I wasn't taking any more pills or getting drunk to drown my sorrows. I knew then that I WAS GOING TO BE ME AGAIN and I was dead set on doing it my way. I know in my heart that God was with me and helped me through this time, because if he hadn't, I would have never raised myself up from rock bottom. So I give God the glory for the strength he gave me. Thank you Lord.
We had a gospel group at our church a few weeks back and they sang a song called/I think: "Don't that look like Heaven to you?" Something along that line. Anyway, there was one verse that talked about the unborn babies that made me break down and cry. I could picture my babies waiting for me and saying, "hello momma it's me." One day I'm sure I will get to meet them there. Amen.
I myself miscarried 2 children in 1981. One in February and the last in December. It was very devastating. However, mine were in the early months before 12 weeks. But to me, they were and are still my babies. Three years later, I gave birth to my son and 18 months after him came my daughter. God does bless us in many ways. God save our children. These babies deserved to live also, but it is not our ways, but the Lords of how and why things happen as they do.
I agree completely. I’m sorry for your losses. I’m glad you got the children you were destined to have though.
I went on to have 2 boys myself. My first I wasn’t really concerned about losing which I thought I would since I had lost the last pregnancy. My second though, I was terrified the entire time and I started telling the doctor what I thought was wrong at about 28 weeks. I told her he wouldn’t make it to his due date. We did the csection a week early for several reasons and when she brought him out she confirmed I was right about what I thought was wrong. Later she told me he was very close to cutting off his blood supply and very well may not have made it another week. You will never convince me there isn’t a connection between a mother and child. People who don’t have it, it’s usually because of some form of trauma or mental disorder.
That’s why, at least until now, abortion wasn’t something to be proud of. Most women really struggled with the decision, but as we’ve gone farther and farther from God…
It's sickening to watch these demons celebrate their abortions, sick sick sick and evil.🤮
I almost lost my daughter at 7 1/2 months. I awoke one morning feeling as if I had to really use the bathroom/peeing; sorry I'm trying to sound clean, but when I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I looked down at my legs and the floor was wet and it wasn't pee. I screamed and my husband/ who was an over the road truck driver, had just made it home the night before. He thought I had checked on our baby son and found him dead or something; so he ran completely past me. He came back to me and said, "Everything is fine, the baby's fine." But I looked up at him and then back down and he saw it. Anyway, I spent 3 days in the hospital sharing the room with another woman who did the same thing. The nurses would come in and ask, "How are my bleeders today?" Anyway, they ran every test they could and found nothing wrong. Their answer was, "Some women do that." Well when she was born at 40 weeks, she weighed 9 lbs. 6 1/2 ounces and was 18 inches long. She had gotten an infection that I was supposed to get but my antibodies fought it off and she got it. She had fluid under her eyelids/couldn't open her eyes, fluid under the skin of her hands, fingers, feet and toes. She also had a heart murmur which closed later; thank God. So they put her in neonatal unit. Now to look at her, you'd think nothing ever happened to her.
That is terrifying. Being pregnant is terrifying man…
My husband was also OTR for my second and I had placenta previa so he would have nightmares about that happening. Coming home to a nightmare.
I’m glad everything worked out!
My kids are still young, elementary school young. I worry a lot about the world we living in right now, it’s so crazy for them. It was crazy for me in the 90s! But it’s in Gods hands and so are they. Doesn’t mean I won’t do what I have to do while they’re in my hands.
My Lord, placenta previa is a life and death situation. So happy you and your baby made it through. I don't know what I would have done had that been me. Yes we are in crazy times and God will see us through. I know he's helped us all make it this far, and I know he will not forsake us.
Take plenty of pictures of your kids and make lots of memories. I feel as if it was just yesterday I brought mine home in my arms and now they're grown and I have eleven grandchildren. Sometimes I'd love to go back to those times when mine were much younger, but then I wouldn't have what I have now.
God bless you and yours and I will be praying for each of my friends and acquaintances who are patiently waiting for us to win back our country. It was nice talking to you and hope we get to talk again. Have a wonderful day.
You did well to survive it. My dads ex-wife had four miscarrages and it pushed her completely off the deep end.
💔🙏
Well when I mean she went off the deep end, she went off the deep end. Tried selling all the farm equipment, affairs, heavy drinking, falsely accusing my dad of assault… but dumb enough to say it happened on a day he could prove he was out of country.
I survived it and yes I did go off the deep end. I had my first "panic attack" with depression and stress which lasted about 2 or 3 years. I still have them "occassionally" but I recognize them for what they are. I simply shut them off by doing something so my mind doesn't dwell on them. They medicated me because I stayed drunk for about 3 months because I could not live with myself. After some time of medication, I decided I had had enough; so I threw out the pills and quit going to those "stupid" everyday psychiatric sessions. I told myself that I was "me once, and I will be me again." So I pulled myself up from the bottom I had hit and slowly got myself back. My husband, God bless him, toughed it out and put up with me. Any other man would have probably left me but he didn't. Then 3 years later, we had our first child and then the next year we had our daughter. Sometimes when life throws you lemons; you really do have to learn to make lemonade.
I wish my Dads wife had been as strong as you. She basically ruined him. In the end he lost everything and she walked away with most the money.
I wouldn't say that I am really strong, as I had my points in that time period where I really wanted to give up. And there are two kinds of stress and depression that cause panic. There is the inherited kind that other members of your family may have; and then there is the traumatic kind where you suffer from something you can not face. The traumatic kind is not a family trait and is easier to cope with and perhaps even rid yourself entirely; while the inherited stress will be with you for the rest of your life. Naturally I suffered the traumatic loss of 2 children I so desperately wanted and then I had thoughts that perhaps I would not ever have children.
Once I got to the cause and the differences, I knew I wasn't taking any more pills or getting drunk to drown my sorrows. I knew then that I WAS GOING TO BE ME AGAIN and I was dead set on doing it my way. I know in my heart that God was with me and helped me through this time, because if he hadn't, I would have never raised myself up from rock bottom. So I give God the glory for the strength he gave me. Thank you Lord.
of course they are still your babies
We had a gospel group at our church a few weeks back and they sang a song called/I think: "Don't that look like Heaven to you?" Something along that line. Anyway, there was one verse that talked about the unborn babies that made me break down and cry. I could picture my babies waiting for me and saying, "hello momma it's me." One day I'm sure I will get to meet them there. Amen.