It's hard to believe that our due date is just two weeks away. These last weeks of pregnancy seem to go by so quickly. A week feels more like two days at this point. My ob-gyn doesn't think I'll go into labour on my own, though. She is expecting that I'll go overdue and need to be induced sometime after 42 weeks. She's actually away on vacation the week that Faith is due! It's very possible that I could go into labour when she is away, or I could go any day now. It wouldn't be the first time a baby was born two weeks early!
I am supposed to meet with my nurse practitioner at some point this weekend for coffee and a little one-on-one prenatal lesson. She's worried that I might not recognize when I'm in labour or that I'll be scared going into Labour and Delivery if I don't know what to expect. This is my first baby and I haven't gone to any prenatal classes at the hospital, so I really don't know what to expect.
Well I'm definitely not 100% prepared but I'm feeling pretty good, all things considered. I like not knowing the exact time when I'll go into the hospital. It could be today, tomorrow, next week, or next month... but I would probably be a wreck if I knew the exact day. I am happy that those things aren't in my control. I have mixed feelings about the birth, but I am mostly excited because no matter what happens, it's Faith's birthday and I will finally get to meet her face-to-face and hold her in my arms.
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My name is Myah and this is the story of my baby girl and our journey with anencephaly.
At my 19-week ultrasound, I was told that something was wrong with my baby's head. The doctor said that my baby had no brain. I'm sure most people wouldn't have even considered her to be alive. I was told that I could safely continue my pregnancy and allow her to die naturally, or I could induce labour and terminate the pregnancy. I chose to carry my baby to term for one simple reason: love. In my eyes there was no decision to be made. I had nothing but love and high hopes for her, and I named her Faith Hope. I cherished every moment of the pregnancy, and for five months we hoped and prayed. Then to everyone's surprise, we were blessed with 3 months and 4 days with Faith before she went to Heaven. She was the sweetest little girl... so beautiful and so full of life. I feel so blessed to be her mother.
I created this blog 10 weeks before my daughter was born. The posts here are very personal, emotional, brutally honest, and at times ungraceful. It's not easy for me to share so much of our life with the world. But it is my hope that by sharing our story, God will be glorified for all He has done for us. I also hope that this blog will reach other moms out there who are facing the same prenatal diagnosis that I did.
Our doctors firmly believed that Faith would never achieve consciousness and would likely not survive for more than a few seconds or minutes after birth. They didn't understand how she was thriving for all those weeks: how she was smiling, cooing, crying, drinking milk, breathing on her own, resisting infection, and responding to her surroundings. It is possible --all things are possible with God.
This is our story, to God be the glory.
At my 19-week ultrasound, I was told that something was wrong with my baby's head. The doctor said that my baby had no brain. I'm sure most people wouldn't have even considered her to be alive. I was told that I could safely continue my pregnancy and allow her to die naturally, or I could induce labour and terminate the pregnancy. I chose to carry my baby to term for one simple reason: love. In my eyes there was no decision to be made. I had nothing but love and high hopes for her, and I named her Faith Hope. I cherished every moment of the pregnancy, and for five months we hoped and prayed. Then to everyone's surprise, we were blessed with 3 months and 4 days with Faith before she went to Heaven. She was the sweetest little girl... so beautiful and so full of life. I feel so blessed to be her mother.
I created this blog 10 weeks before my daughter was born. The posts here are very personal, emotional, brutally honest, and at times ungraceful. It's not easy for me to share so much of our life with the world. But it is my hope that by sharing our story, God will be glorified for all He has done for us. I also hope that this blog will reach other moms out there who are facing the same prenatal diagnosis that I did.
Our doctors firmly believed that Faith would never achieve consciousness and would likely not survive for more than a few seconds or minutes after birth. They didn't understand how she was thriving for all those weeks: how she was smiling, cooing, crying, drinking milk, breathing on her own, resisting infection, and responding to her surroundings. It is possible --all things are possible with God.
This is our story, to God be the glory.
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