Scared to Have Baby Early

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Scared to Have Baby Early

I am a mother of a four-year-old and when she was born six weeks early, I was terrified. Lucky for us, she was 5 pounds, 13.5 ounces and didn’t have to stay on oxygen once she was airlifted to Iowa City. The bad thing is they weren’t able to tell me why this had happened. I still try to figure it out. I am now twenty weeks and I am terrified it will happen again.

I had an ultrasound two days before I had my daughter and my doctor was learning how to use a new machine. The sonographer teaching her how to use it told her the reason the picture wasn’t coming out good was that my fluid was low. Instead of examining me, the doctor said everything was fine. The next night I was at work and it was almost time for me to leave. My friend touched my stomach and said it was really hard. Of course I told her it was probably braxton hicks. I went home but I couldn’t get what she had said out of my head and I kept thinking about my ultrasound. Finally, after about an hour of worrying, I called the hospital and told them I thought I might be leaking fluid and they said to come in.

When I went in, I was already dilated to 3. This was about 11 at night. They started me on meds to keep me from contracting, which I still hadn’t felt yet and left me be. I don’t know how long they waited but when they checked me again, I was dilated to 5 and I was told I was having the baby. I was terrified and crying. My husband never left my side. I called all my family and he called his and we got ready to have our daughter. Luckily for me, labor and delivery was easy and I was walking shortly after having her. They airlifted her to Iowa City, but because I had a slight fever, they wouldn’t let me go. I had her at 6:42 in the morning. She is fine and I am so glad we were only in the hospital for thirteen days before she could go home. Like I said, no one knows what happened.

The other reason I am freaked out is that I was my daughter’s age when my mom had my brother early. I don’t know how early he was, but he only weighed maybe 2 and a half pounds. He died when he was nine months old. So I’m afraid of history repeating itself. I know I am not my mother, but could this all be genetic? Who knows, maybe I am just overreacting to something that may not even happen.