I woke up one early morning not feeling my best. I remember going to the bathroom and even though I was finished using the restroom, the water was still dripping down my legs. No, I didn’t have a weak bladder but I came to the realization that my amniotic fluid was leaking way too early. Actually, I was six months too early to be having this type of problem. I went to the emergency room because I knew there was something wrong with my body and my unborn child was in distress. The doctor confirmed my worst nightmare, I was faced with the possibility of not being able to carry my child full tern or I would be placed on strict bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy.
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With this pregnancy, I was under tremendous stress and I do not believe my body was completely healed before I got pregnant again. I was involved in physical altercations with this pregnancy which was also a factor in my stressful situation. I wanted to take care of my kids, go to college to be, and be an example to other women that may have been in my situation. That was short lived, because two to three weeks later I started hemorrhaging. That is or was very uncommon for any pregnancy including my current one. I knew by now I was in serious trouble and my fate as well as my unborn child’s fate was all dependent on God. This is a cliché’ ethics I refer to as moral relativist. Time and place make a major impact on the outcome of my situation. I had to have been at the right place and at the right time. Everything happened to me for a reason. “Beliefs centered on the pressure of the moment and whether the pressure justified the action …show more content…
It was going as to be expected until the morning of October 19, 2005. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with sharp painful stomach pains. It was then that I was diagnosed officially or learned I was suffering from placental abruption. My placenta broke away from my uterus wall and it was crucial for the both of us. My daughter was set to be born January 2006, yet she came three months early on October 19, 2005. “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee (Jeremiah 1:5).” There was no need to be stressed about what God has planned. She was born breathing and weighed two pounds and 3 ounces. My daughter, Jayla Cole was born with minimal health conditions which is miraculous for her prematurity. She did develop Bell’s palsy while in the NICU, a small esophageal cyst which has been removed, and asthma but I am very thankful for her strength and I admire her when I feel weak. She endured a lot more being a preemie than I ever endured being grown. She was a fighter from the very moment I was told it would be best to terminate my pregnancy. She showed me to never give up on what you want out of