I have 2 beautiful daughters, a 3 year old named Kylie Lynn, and a 2 month old named Lorraina Hope. After a total of 7 pregnancies (including one ectopic that required emergency surgery, and the removal of my left tube) they are the only living babies I have.
I had/have a hormonal disorder, where when I would get pregnant my progesterone level would raise like it was supposed to, just long enough for me to get to about 8-10 weeks or so with each pregnancy and then it would drop back down causing me to miscarry. But every doctor I went to couldn’t figure out what was wrong, until I went to Dr. Riggan.
He put me on progesterone supplement pills until I was 22 weeks with my daughter Lorraina. If it wasn’t for him, I would have had one more pregnancy with one less baby.
I worried every minute of every day of my pregnancy, even all the way up to 35 weeks, thinking that something was going to go wrong.
Finally, I was 39 weeks, going to the hospital to be induced. Still worried of course, but it had subsided quite a bit. I was in labor for 13 and a half hours when finally it was time to push. As soon as her head was out, my husband was getting ready to cut the cord, but the doctor had to cut it because it was wrapped around her neck. At first I wasn’t too worried because I know that that kind of thing happens, but after he cut the cord and she was out, she wasn’t crying and was quite limp. Even after the doctor shook her, trying to get some sound out of her but nothing came. So the nurses took her over to the bed and rubbed her down and sucked her mouth out, all the while, I’m looking over at her, praying to God that she would breathe. When finally, I heard that first cry, and the weight of the world was lifted off of my heart.
She is now 2 months old, weighing 11 pounds 13 ounces, and in the 90% on her weight, happy and healthy.