Hi, my name is Lesa and this is my story. I have a 3 and a half year old son. He is the light of my life and I enjoy every moment with him. When I was pregnant with him we lost his twin at 10 weeks. I was upset but at least I had my little boy to look forward to. It was almost surreal because I still had one baby and I had no idea I was having twins. In July of 2006, my husband and I tried to have another baby. We got pregnant right away but sadly we miscarried on my birthday in August. I was devastated. I really wanted that baby. I couldn't really try again until January of 2007. We got pregnant again in March and again, I miscarried.

In July of this year we were blessed with our fourth pregnancy. I started spotting again when I was six weeks. I went to the ER and they did bloodwork and an U/S and they told me that there was no heartbeat and to go home and take pills that would help my body miscarry naturally. I was devastated. I cried and cried. I thought it was different. The miscarriage was different because I stopped bleeding. I still felt pregnant. I just laid on the couch unbelieving that it happened again. I kept running to the bathroom waiting for the real bleeding to begin. I got to the point where I told my husband to go the the drugstore and get the pills. He came home and told me that he didn't think that I should take them. He told me to research what had happened. So, I did. What I found out shocked me. A fetal heartbeat does not start until 5 and a half weeks and I was just 6 weeks that day. I could have been 3 days off my calculations. I then went to my Doctor and told him to prove to me that this baby was dead. I asked for bloodwork to compare to the ones taken in the ER. He did, and low and behold they were going up instead of down. He then ordered another U/S. I thought the baby was gone but I needed the proof to move on. While I was having the ultrasound done, the tech turned the screen toward me and said "there's your baby." I then asked "is the heart beating?" she said yes. take a look. Sure enough there it was. I was so happy I cried.

So hear I am in my 23rd week and feeling as if this is my little miracle. My baby is a fighter. I am so thankful to my husband for not letting me take those pills. I just wish that the ER would have just known that a heartbeat could start within the week and told me to come back in a week instead of telling me to go home and miscarry. It could have caused me a little less stress.

Well, that is my story and I am looking forward to sharing the rest of my journey with you.