Name: Samantha
Age: I'm 23, my husband is 24.
Children: One boy. His name is Hunter.
Status: Happily married for 4 1/2 years.
Occupation: I'm a stay at home mom. My husband is in the Australian Army.
Religion: Pagan.
My TTC story: Well my husband and I had been trying to fall pregnant for almost 2 long years.
December the 31st of 2007, New Years Eve. I took a pregnancy test because I was late, and I finally got those two pink lines I had been hoping for. We celebrated all night, Scott was so happy that I had him crying on my shoulder (Yes drunk) telling me how happy he was. But that happiness soon shattered the next day when I got my period. I got rushed into hospital were they did all the blood tests and that afternoon they told me that I wasn't pregnant anymore. It broke our hearts. Scott was due to leave for Afghanistan the next month, we couldn't try again for another 6 months. It almost destroyed our relationship.
Well Scott left for Afghanistan on the 25th of Jan, leaving me behind once again, alone, and with a tear between us.
Two weeks had passed. After a miscarriage I never thought I would be pregnant, so I didn't even bother noticing I was one full week late for my period. I was getting low cramps and I was in the most fowl mood, I was sure they were coming soon. After a few more days and the low cramping continued with no period I thought I might as well take the test. Well I wasn't going to waste money so I got a test from a friend, I was so positive that it would be negative and I had spent so much money on them in the past. Well I went to the toilet and did my thing, two pink lines came up onto the stick immediately. They were so dark, nothing like the first one I took a month ago. I was so exited, but I had no way in telling Scott the good news. I had to wait until he could call me. Like as if he could hear me, he called me that night and I was able to tell him the good news. In all honestly, he didn't believe me. He didn't believe me until I sent him a video of the ultrasound, that was 4 months after. I didn't believe it myself to be honest. It was too surreal.
Well Scott came home on the 7th of July, a little earlier then expected, a day before my birthday! And now we are waiting for our little miracle to come and he has brought me and Scott closer together then we have ever been in our lives.



My labor story: At 6:04pm on Wednesday the 1st of October our little boy was born. Hunter Scott. He was 3.4KG and 52cm long.
It all started 48 hours before, some of you read a post I wrote about me leaking about a liter of blood just after me and my husband had made love. That turned out to be the start of my water, his head stopped the leek. I even went into hospital, but they did nothing to help. They said I wasn't dilating or anything, they were very wrong. They gave me pain killers for the contractions and sent me home. Well that night, the next day and all the second night, I was up with contractions. The moment I would fall asleep I would have a contraction. It was horrible. They were coming about 20 mins apart and weren't getting any closer together. (So think about that when you go into labor. They don't always get closer!) The pain was so bad, so at 8am I yanked Scott out of bed (literally, because he didn't believe me) and we went to the hospital. They strapped me up to the machine that measures the baby's heart beat and my contractions. They were still about 20 mins apart. A nurse came in to check my dilation, I was 5cm and she tells me that I was going to be having my baby today! Those words where the best. He was finally coming!!!!!!
At about 3pm I asked for the epidural but was declined as I was fulling dilated. (Take the opportunity to get it if you want one sooner then later!) They asked me to start pushing. 3 hours I pushed for. I can't believe they let me push for that long, I completely ran out of steam by 5:45. They called in the head of gynecology to deliver the baby, he needed to be taken out with forceps because his head was turned to the side. I gave 3 of the biggest pushes I could muster and out came Hunter. The forceps caused a 3rd degree tear (it still freaking hurts!). That pain was soon numbed as the doctor placed Hunter down on my stomach. He was blue, slimy and wrinkly. I fell in love instantly. They took him away for some time as he wasn't breathing. I couldn't even feel them stitching me up, I was too worried about Hunter. 12 mins later I heard that heart restarting scream that we all were waiting for. It was like a ton of bricks was lifted from my chest. My little man was ok.
We were taken to the maternity ward were we spent our first night. No sleep was had. I couldn't stop looking at him, he was just so beautiful. The next day the doctor came to check on him, we were told he had Jaundice. He tested very high, 307. If he went up any more then he would have had to have a blood transfusion. He spent two nights in the NICU under the UV lights. Thank god it worked, he dropped down to 203, but we weren't allowed to go home until he was tested again 24 hours later to make sure it was going down, without the UV lights. This morning he was tested again, it was down to 162. After 5 days in hospital we were allowed to come home!!!

He is truly wonderful, me and Scott have never been happier. Motherhood is the best thing I could ever imagion. I cry at least once a day with the overwelming love I feel for him, I can't discribe it. It's incredable.

The day he was born.
One month old.
Bath time!

your son doesn't even look like a newborn in his newborn pic! he looks like he was already a couple weeks old! 
Awh, all wide eyed and such great color!