Hey mommies & mommies-to-be!   My name is Katrina, I'm 18 years old, I have a 6 month old daughter, Caitlyn, who was born on January 7th, 2009, a stepdaughter, Shaniah, who is 3 years old and was born May 11th 2006, and one angel baby in heaven. I feel very blessed to have my babygirl.. and I'm missing my angel baby very much. My fiance, James is going to court for visitation of his daughter, Shaniah. We haven't seen her since Caitlyn was 2 weeks old, I miss her a lot. I design siggies, animated names, avatars, and Myspace layouts [1.0, 2.0,& DIV]. I might start designing on here, I'm not sure yet. If you have any questions my AIM is ragazzacarina16 (only friends can IM me so if you want to chat with me on there, message me with your AIM screen name.) And my Yahoo is taintedbeauty91. My myspace is http://myspace.com/xsweetbabiigiirlxPlaces I design at.
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Okay so I thought I'd share my story. I just had my daughter 1-7-09.. and was so happy with just her.. didn't want another baby.. wasn't ready for another baby.. but in June I was two weeks late for my period & I was freaking out, but we were using protection, and even though we used the pull out method twice I thought it was IMPOSSIBLE for me to be pregnant. I took a test anyways... and I didn't wait the two minutes for the answer because I was happy it only had one line and not two and threw it away.. told James I wasn't pregnant.. but still thought I was. So two days later I told him to buy me a test, he was like "wtf difference does two days make?" I told him to shut the hell up and buy me another.. lol.. so he did.. and I took it right away. Waited the two minutes.. & it was a BFP.. I couldn't believe it.. I was pregnant again, about 4 weeks along, and my daughter was only 6 months old! I was so upset.. crying.. but excited at the same time.. you know how the prego hormones are.. I kept saying "god must hate me" and I even thought about abortion (before I found out I was pregnant) But when I found out I was I knew there was NO way I could kill it.. I've always been pro-life, and that will never change.. I considered adoption, but couldn't do it.. I decided I was going to keep the baby, it would make things a little harder but hey.. what can ya do.. so I couldn't tell my dad, he kept telling me "don't have any more kids it'll be a mistake" and other things around those lines.. like he knew I was prego or something. He wouldn't shut up about it. I went to his house for a week.. and me being stupid kept hiding it, and didn't plan on telling him, and he had me help him lift some things I knew I shouldn't lift.. and so on.. and I felt terrible, I had some sharp pains but no bleeding.. anyways that was a week, I got back home on a weds. I believe, and left on Thursday for a week and a half vacation to FL. Well that vacation was terrible, VERY stressful, I was stressing and crying most of the time, getting into arguments with James or his stepmom.. she was being a HUGE b**** calling me a bad parent etc. for god knows what reason, probably just to piss me off. She knew I was pregnant, and so did his dad, and his grandparents (we were staying with them) They knew I was exhausted etc. passed out a few times when were out and everything, they didn't care. I didn't have much of an appetite which is not like me but I heard could just be a pregnancy symptom, and they kept throwing hissy fits because I wasn't "eating enough". I honestly could not help it, I ate and ate until I felt like throwing it back up. Well that whole week and a half I had BAD cramps and some sharp pains on the inside of my youknowwhat. They said Since I was only 6 months post partum that I wasn't healed yet and they refused to take me to a hospital. Well the day we were supposed to leave, Friday, at like 1am, I started to bleed.. so I went and told them and they brought me to the hospital.. James' father stayed out in the car, me, James, and his stepmother went into the room, they ran a blood test on me, my hormone level was 1800 I believe, which they said meant I was 4 weeks pregnant, which was impossible, I KNEW I had my dates right, so they told me either my dates are not accurate, or my pregnancy is regressing. I was crying so bad because I knew I had my dates right, which meant I was going to miscarry.. and I felt it.. something was not right. They did an internal AND external ultrasound, both showed the same results, a sac, and no baby.. but meanwhile, being in the room with his stepmom, she would NOT stop complaining about how we had to be back in CT for Sunday, and that it was more than a 24 hour drive, and she was ranting about it the whole time, she even made me request to leave without the ultrasound, and the dr. came in all pissed off, telling me that if I had a baby in my tubes, that could cause me to bleed, and that it was possible I could die. I decided to stay, and his stepmom got pissed off, and left for a cigarette. Screw my health and the baby's health, right? ugh. So anyways, they did an ultrasound, no baby in my tubes, everything looked fine except they couldn't find the baby, which at 8 weeks you can with no problem internally, because I had an ultrasound at 7weeks with Caitlyn and we found her and her heartbeat and everything, so I knew I was going to miscarry, she said I looked to be around 4-5 weeks pregnant.. which again, was impossible.. so we went back in the room and waited for the dr. to come in with my discharge information.. he told me to get a lot of rest and to only drink clear fluids, to be in bed with my feet up etc. which I couldn't do for two days because we were on our way back to CT that day. I kept bleeding.. the next day I clotted, a big clot.. and bled a LOT.. that was 7-11-09.. and 7-12-09 I passed my last few clots and bled more, and the day after it was like a period.. and then it was gone the day after. So I lost my baby either the 11th or 12th but I'm sticking with the 12th. I went to the ER on either Monday or Tuesday.. they ran blood tests on me and my hormone level was I think 300.. meaning I did have a miscarriage, my hormone level should have been doubling each day.. they told me they were sorry, one of the nurses actually cried with me because she had just had a miscarriage herself a day or so before me..I felt so bad.. I was shaking and out of control crying.. I just wanted to die.. I was so depressed.. I kept telling them to hurry up and bring me home to my baby I needed her so bad.. when I got home I just laid with her and held her crying kissing her telling her I love her.. I bled with her at 13weeks and thought I was going to lose her.. and I didn't.. she was just fine.. I'm blessed to have her here with me. I went to my prenatal appointment, what was supposed to be my prenatal appointment, gave them my proof of pregnancy from Planned Parenthood, and gave them the CD of ultrasounds from FL, I told them the ER told me I had a miscarriage, and they took me in anyways, to see if I needed a D&C.. they did an ultrasound, I was completely empty. So I didn't need a D&C, the doctor and nurses apologized and said that it looked like the pregnancy just wasn't healthy.. so my body got rid of it. Which they said is better than having to get a D&C done etc. To this day I cry about it.. I don't think I'll ever be "over it" I know I will always cry about it.. I was so excited in FL about the baby.. I told his grandparents and they were so happy & excited and it made me feel so much better.. and I would hold my belly even though I was only like 8-9 weeks pregnant.. and talk to it.. and everything.. I was so happy and excited. People say it wasn't meant to be.. and that god would never give you more than you could handle. But I don't believe that.. it was meant to be when god blessed me with my pregnancy, so how wasn't it "meant to be"? & He def. gave me more than I could handle. Miscarriages are scary, they're terrible, nerve wrecking, they tear you apart. I don't think I can ever be pregnant without being scared now. I'm going to be paranoid with each & every one, but will def. be more careful.. and will def. not think god hates me, I will be happy, babies are a blessing. No matter what is going on in your life.

Heyy!