The Happiest Day of My Life

My name is Jessica Martin.  I'm 28 years old and I live in Shreveport, Louisiana.  I wanted to share my story hoping it will give me some closure or help me through my greiving process.  This is the story of Christopher Maynard Martin.

The happiest day of my life was when I found out I was pregnant in November of 2011.  After a miscarriage in January 2009, you can imagine how scared and excited I was.  I had a feeling I was pregnant months before I took the pregnancy test, but we have been trying for a baby for so long, that I was also afraid of being dissapointed.  I had taken pregnancy tests before and they always came up negative.  This one was different though, I could feel it. 

I ran through the house, my husband was asleep because he works nights and he is a heavy sleeper so I couldn't wake him up.  I decided to run next door and tell my cousins and aunts (who are actually his cousins and his aunt, but I love them so muh I consider them mine too!).  They were so excited!  They knew I had been wanting to be a mother for a very long time. 

My cousin Tiphani and I immediatley went to the hospital.  The Dr. ordered an ultrasound to see how far along I was and to make sure everything was ok and normal.  I couldn't see the screen during the ultrasound, but I did get to hear the heartbeat.  I smiled, I cried, it was the best sounding thing I had ever heard.  I wasn't spotting this time, so I just knew this pregnancy would be normal and I would have my baby in just a short 9 months. 

I found out I was 7 weeks and 3 days pregnant.  This scared me.  I had my miscarriage in 2009 at 8 weeks.  I remember the physical and emotional pain I went through.  I had to call my family and tell them that I lost the baby.  This is not the first time my family had to hear this.  My cousin's wife Mandy had also had a miscarriage, but now they have two beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed boys!  That's what I wanted from this pregnancy.  I beatiful child that I could love, mother and show off! But, that didn't happen.  I was so excited when I got pregnant for the second time.  I thought I had a second chance.

I made is past the 8 week mark that I was scared of.  I made is past the 12 weeks mark.  I read online that after you reach the 12 week mark, the chances of miscarriage drop to 1%.  I was so happy.  I thought to myself, it's going to happen this time, I'm going to be a mother!