Jessie

On this page I would like to talk about a very special little man.

When I was 19, I was a typical teenager except for the fact that I was a mom. Just shy of my 20th birthday I was given the best gift ever. A beautiful, 7lb 15oz little boy. My world hasn't been the same since. The first moment I held him, I knew he would always hold a special place in my heart.

Just before Christmas 2002 I found out I was pregnant. At that moment, I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. I was still so young. I wondered how I would manage raising a little person while still growing up myself.

Then came January 8th, 2003. The day that all of those worries went away. The first time I got to see my angel on the monitor. Just a little "peanut" (as we called him) with such a strong heartbeat. On that day I was rushed to the hospital because of an unusual pain in my left shoulder, which later I learned is a sign of an ectopic pregnancy. Scared out of my mind, I waited (as patiently as I could) for the reassurance that my baby would be okay. Finally, just after midnight, I got to see him. I fell in love in that moment and that love continues to grow every day since.

The next few months went by in a flash and before I knew it I was at the anatomy scan waiting again to make sure my peanut was still safe in there. And, of course, being a 19 year old girl, I couldn't wait to know if I was having a boy or girl. To my surprise (and maybe yours, lol) I was told that I was having a little....girl! So excited, I went out and bought a few outfits and already had a name picked out. We told all our family and everyone was over the moon for a little girl.

At the time of my pregnancy, the new 3D ultrasound machines were just starting to be used. Since we thought it looked cool, we opted to pay for a scan, so we could really see what "she" looked like. Getting to see the baby on the monitor in such a realistic view was well worth the money we spent on the scan. Also worth the money? Finding out we were not having a little girl, but in fact a little boy. That's right. At 7 months pregnant I found out I was having a boy instead of a girl. Of course I was still over the moon. Now I will have a mommy's boy.

Telling our families that we were having a boy instead of a girl was so funny. Nobody believed us. I guess it didnt' help that our 3D scan was around April Fools. Great timing, huh? Once they realized we were, in fact, telling the truth they, too, were overjoyed. Even more so since the boy name we picked out was a family name on both sides of the family.

The next few months were a breeze except for one little problem. For some strange reason, I began to gain a lot of weight. It got to the point where I would gain 5 lbs between every appointment, even when they were just a week apart. My Dr was concerned but decided to just continue monitoring it.

My due date was Sunday, August 3rd. Someone decided to be stubborn and didn't want to come out, ha ha. Of course I was anxious for my appointment that following week. I wanted to know if I was possibly close to going into labor. My anxiety hit the fan when I was told after my urine sample was tested that I was to go straight to Labor & Delivery and be put on a monitor. Once there it was determined that I was in the early stages of Preeclampsia. Not really knowing what that was, I wasn't sure if I should freak out or just leave it in the Dr's hands.

** Stay tuned for more**