Hello ... Today I bring you an experience that I lived and that I cannot stop telling you because I cannot keep quiet about what God has done in my life.
Since I was 13 years old, my period was never normal, it came down every 3 or 4 months and I never really gave it due importance. I spent many years like this, when I was already actively sexual I went to the gynecologist for the first time to put myself in control and use an adequate contraceptive method. At that time I was 19 years old and they only told me that with the contraceptive pills my period would be regulated and it was. But when he stopped taking them, he got out of control again.
Years passed and I went to the gynecologist again to see how everything was going and they did a cytology and an Intrauterine Echo. That was when I was already like 24 years old. The Doctor told me that I had many cysts in the ovaries, that it was strange that the Contraceptive Pills had not diminished them, she saw my Uterus well and she diagnosed me as CHILD UTERUS, she told me in the most cruel way. Her words were: “No girl, you won't be able to have children even if you want to, not even with treatments. Infant Uterus Syndrome cannot be cured ”. At that moment I felt as if my heart had been taken out, I pretended to be strong until I left the office.
On my way to my house I did nothing but cry and cry, I felt puzzled because one of my wishes since I was little was to be a mother and I was at that stage in which they say that my maternal instinct, my mind, my heart and my being was crying out to have a baby. I got to my house, and after calming down a bit, I called my older sister, MARIANA, who is the one with whom I have the most confidence. I told her what happened.
I remember that she told me to be calm, that she was going to make an appointment with her Gynecologist to have another diagnosis or to see if there really was no solution to that. I started researching the Infant Uterus online and everything I read told me that there was nothing to do. If there were people who were able to get pregnant and have their baby but it had been like a miracle. Back then I didn't believe in miracles!
In order not to go into the technical explanation, when a person is diagnosed with a Childhood Uterus it is because they have a very small uterus to carry out a pregnancy, they still do not have the appropriate conditions to fulfill their role. I mean, my uterus was the size of an undeveloped girl.
I attended the consultation with the other gynecologist. He reviewed me again and he told me that that was indeed my case, because my sister had already commented on my situation. He told me it was very complicated but to have faith. That we could start trying with some eggs, I prescribe a treatment that I do not remember now, but that I also do not seek because my partner did not want to start that process of looking for a baby. And for me it was always important to have a desired, planned child. At that moment my doubts began as to whether this was the man I wanted in my life, then many things happened that are not relevant now and that relationship ended.
At that stage of my life I felt the great need to seek God, to open my heart to Jesus and for Him to work in me. If I had already tried so many things and they had not fulfilled me, I wondered why not try this and I took a risk, I no longer had anything to lose. I started attending a Christian Church and that's when my transformation began, I felt full of life and faith. I even believed in miracles! When they asked if someone was sick to pray for them, I immediately got up and walked forward to have them pray for me. In my prayers I asked God to allow me the happiness of being a mother.
One day I understood that we are healthy when we believe, I understood that God had already done the miracle, I just had to wait a bit to see it materialize since his times are different from ours and He works in a mysterious way. I spend about 6 months believing in my heart that the miracle was already done. I began to notice that my period was regulated, it began to drop monthly and on time. It seemed very strange to me but I felt joy, I knew that God was doing something.
My husband and I were going to get married in December, so in September I decided to go to the gynecologist again to get in control, because even though we weren't having sex yet, I felt it was appropriate to make sure everything was under control.
What was my surprise? The cysts in my ovaries had decreased considerably, without taking birth control pills or any treatment for that, for that reason my period had been regulated. The Doctor prepared to echo me ...
And what was our surprise? My uterus had more than doubled! Did they read well? MORE THAN DOUBLE! It was already a normal uterus to gestate a pregnancy! I couldn't believe it, my heart was filled with joy, with emotion. The possibility of being a mother was already something real, at that moment I just looked up and said: • Thank you Father ”, I knew that all this was His work. That this was part of those wonders that He does.
When my husband and I were married for 10 months, we agreed to start looking for that desired baby. I started taking folic acid prescribed by the Doctor and although she told me that the search could take a little while, 2 months passed and I was already pregnant, it was my best Christmas gift to know that another life was growing inside me.
I had a normal pregnancy, every month I went to my control and took all the medicines. When he was 3 months old, he allowed himself to be seen sex and was a male. He already had his name, he would call him EVAN DANIEL. Evan means God's Mercy and Daniel means God's Justice. It was a unique experience!
Mi primera foto con la barriga. Tenía 5 meses /My first photo with the belly. I was 5 months old
El 09 de Junio tuve mi sesión fotográfica con mi barriguita /On June 9 I had my photo shoot with my tummy.
On June 16 in the early morning hours I woke up to a call from a neighbor, to give me news. At the moment I did not feel so much impression, but my body took it differently. At that moment I felt that some liquid came out of me, I thought I had urinated on myself because it had happened to me before, I changed and went to bed again. I spent that day throwing away a little liquid until the afternoon when I felt great curiosity to smell the liquid, it was not urine. At that time I told my husband and my mother-in-law and she told me to go to the doctor first thing in the morning.
So I did, I got up early and when it was my turn, the doctor checked me and told me that I had lost a lot of fluid, that I had to go to Maturín right away because there were no specialists here. At that moment the great battle began! It was raining considerably, there was no car to move me since there were endless queues to get gasoline. About 2 hours later, the boss of my husband's cousin who lives in Maturín stopped by looking for us and did us the favor of taking us to the hospital door.
The Gynecologist made a report in which she asked me to give me a treatment to retain the fluid and mature the baby's lungs. This treatment had to last 2 days and after that I could have a cesarean section. Besides, he mentioned to me that for no reason I allowed them to touch me because I was going to throw more liquid.
When I got to the Hospital, they transferred me to the emergency room and the resident on duty insisted on doing the touch, because if I didn't do it, she couldn't create the medical history. Between nerves and uncertainty I had to agree, and he told me that he already had 3 dilation. I couldn't believe it because I didn't have a degree of pain. They created my history, they did my pelvimetry and the doctor said that I was fit to give birth. The resident, like me, was concerned that she was only 35 weeks pregnant and even I understood that it was a risky delivery. I always heard that 8-month-olds hardly survived. You can't imagine the fear I felt at that moment.
They put me on a serum and after half an hour or so I started having horrible pains, it was one after the other. I had been placed with Pitosin to speed up the process because I was dilating without pain. Within minutes they were helping me in my labor.
That's where Evan Daniel was born, he looked like a small mouse, and for the glory of God he was born crying, that meant they weren't going to leave him in the incubator. Evan was born on June 17, 2019 at 8:13 pm, weighed 1 kilo 900 grams and measured 43 centimeters. He was already 12 hours old and had not eaten anything, did not open his mouth or try. There was no pediatrician at that time since he had left his position the day before, some nurses came in the morning to administer the first vaccination, and they administered it without problem.
La primera foto que le tome / The first photo I take of you
The odyssey started again… I was not producing milk yet and Evan had not yet awakened the instinct to eat because he was a premature baby. I went to the hospital milk bank and the nurses gave me some recommendations. It was 11 in the morning and I decided to leave since I was discharged and the baby had not been examined.
We returned to Punta de Mata and went straight to the office of my husband's family's pediatrician for years, who incidentally was the only one who works in the afternoons. I examined him and ordered him to test for infection from exposure to the liquid and it came out positive. He wanted to send us to Maturín again to be hospitalized, we explained that there was no pediatrician there, that it was raining and we had no way to move. The doctor took responsibility for the observation and treatment of Evan, she prescribed antibiotics and for 3 consecutive days we had to take him to the doctor to give him the injection. Besides, they did not have to give him the first vaccination because he still did not have the required weight, thank God he had no side effects.
But at that time, I had to turn to my husband's sister who had given birth to a boy 1 month earlier, to breastfeed Evan because I was not producing any milk, and stress was not helping me either. It was not easy to see how someone else fed your son for the first time. What we did the first 10 days was that she would send me ounces of milk and we would freeze it. Then with a dropper we gave the milk previously placed at the appropriate temperature every 2 hours.
Until finally, thanks to the basil water and the milk pump, the ducts were uncovered and milk began to come out. It wasn't much, but I could already feed my baby properly.
While he slept, I would help myself with the breast pump and store it to give it to him later, but it was easier because I was already holding the bottle.
They were 2 months without rest and a lot of care. Without receiving visitors until the doctor told us that he was already a strong and safe child.
And so I made my debut as a mom in a single run and run but always seeing the hand of God at all times.
Today my son is a healthy, strong, super intelligent and witty child. I never tire of thanking God for everything that happens, I would not change that stress for anything in the world because it was what led to having it with me.
Evolución de Evan de 7 a 12 meses/Evolution of Evan from 7 to 12 months.
This is the story of Evan and me (Part One) because there are still many things to tell and many to live. Evan has undoubtedly been a constant miracle, a child with a great purpose from God, with a special grace.
And so is God, a God who performs miracles, a God who fulfills promises, a God who works wonders, a God who fulfills the desires of our hearts. When we put ourselves in His hands, He changes our lament into dance. It makes everything perfect, if I had not sought it from the heart I would not have put my husband on the path, I would not have been healed and I would not have been able to have my beautiful baby.
I hope my experience has been a blessing and edification for you.
All photos are my own, taken by me or my husband.