Well, here we go…I used to maintain a blog quite regularly back before 2012. Before a career change, a new son (born at ~29 weeks), and life in general became well…life and writing a blog was a luxury…

My world was recently rocked beyond anything imaginable and realized a blog for me is no longer a luxury but a lifeline for my heart. So here we are and I’m glad you’re here…

So who is Elodie, you may be wondering? Elodie Mason John is my daughter who was growing in my womb one day and the next she was gone. She was 21 weeks and 6 days old when the nightmare began. She was kicking and moving until I “inevitably delivered”.

My body is not like other mom’s. I was born with a bicornuate uterus or a “heart” shaped uterus. We became aware of this abnormality when I went into labor with our son nearly 3 years ago when he was 28 weeks and 5 days old. We saw several specialists before we even attempted to think of another child. After a MRI, several ultrasounds, and 2nd and 3rd opinions. We were told that having another child would be just fine. That I would be monitored more closely and that I would take weekly P17 progesterone shots to head off any labor.  I was told that since we already had a “viable” pregnancy that the next child should make it to it least 28 weeks if not later without the weekly shots and that the shots would give us an even greater chance to go full-term (37 weeks). However, the worse case scenario became our reality on the morning of September 24th…

I started to become increasingly uncomfortable that week. Braxton Hicks started. Mostly the same time in the evening. However, the day of the 23rd, I noticed these painless contractions became more frequent. That evening I fell asleep easily but noticed the tightening in my lower abdomen. I had my weekly check-up at the doctors on that Monday with an ultrasound to check my cervix and my weekly progesterone injection. All looked well. The doctor was pleased. I even had mention the Braxton Hicks and he was not concerned and said to watch them and if they became painful to call right away. Well, that was about 1:45am on the 24th, when I woke-up quite uncomfortable. I even drew a bath to see if that would help. I managed to get some rest, but knew by 4am it had gotten worse. I woke Mason and told him that I think we needed to go in…we phoned the doctor…their  initial response was “no, its probably not labor…” but we knew  better…so we decided to go in despite their response.

We arrived at the hospital around 5am and we kept saying this felt like a movie we’ve seen before…the same smells, the same corridors as we made our way to L&D just 3 years prior, but this time it was 7 weeks too early…