I found out I was pregnant on June 19th, 2009, one day before my 17th birthday. Boy, now if that wasn't a shock to the system. I texted my boyfriend, now my husband, because he was back in California and let him know. Then did the usual run around of telling everyone that needed to know. After the disappointment past from some family members, we all just moved to a state of happiness. My mom foolishly began buying items to prepare, and my little bumpkin was the center of conversation. Everything was going perfectly, until 9 weeks. I woke up one morning to brown blood, and immediately rang my OB's office who wanted me in for an immediate ultrasound. The reason for the bleeding was unfound, and my perfect little baby was still there, still had a heartbeat. Looking back now I realize what I should have already known. Though there was a baby, and all looked well, there was no yolk sac visible and nothing nourishing the little bit. We carried on until August 27th with no further issues. I went in for my 12 week check up, and was met with silence on the doppler. My heart sank, because I knew. They sent for yet another ultrasound, my tech remained silent and just took measurements. She turned the screen away, and sent me back to my doctors office. He told me then that my beautiful perfect little baby was gone, and booked my d&c for the next day. I was devastated as any mother would be. I had friends not four weeks ahead of me and I was no longer pregnant. I did my best to move on persay, but how does one ever move on from that? Ken came home on October 6th, and we just kind of let things happen. On November 5th, I found out I was yet again pregnant, and petrified. The pregnancy went smoothly,and on June 19th 2010, at 212 pm, I gave birth to our little girl. One day before my 18th birthday, One year exactly from my first positive test, I finally had my rainbow.
