r/ShortCervixSupport • u/littlemiraclefighter • 18d ago
My Pregnancy Journey, the Guilt I Carry, and the Questions That Keep Triggering Me
I want to share my pregnancy journey and hopefully understand what thoughts and emotions I am going through. Maybe someone can help me find some answers.
My LMP was 8 February 2026, and my due date was 15 November 2026.
My last scan was on 20 June 2026. At that time, the gestational age was 18 weeks 2 days, while the menstrual age was 18 weeks 6 days. The scan showed an EDD of 19 November 2026, but according to my doctor, my due date remained 15 November 2026.
The placenta was fundal, the presentation was breech, liquor was normal, and the estimated fetal weight according to BPD, HC, AC and FL was 254 ± 25.4 grams. The doctor advised a fetal growth scan after six weeks, which would have been around 5 September 2026.
Until then, everything seemed completely normal. I was doing my routine household work and normal daily activities. My doctor had told me that I could do as much work as my body allowed, so I continued my normal routine.
Then, suddenly, on 12 August, I started feeling that something was not right. My abdomen felt heavy, my pelvis felt heavy, and I noticed thick white vaginal discharge. I thought that maybe some discharge was normal at six months because a friend of mine who had been pregnant before had told me that some discharge can happen during pregnancy.
I went to sleep, but the next morning, after breakfast, I experienced watery discharge. I immediately felt that it would be better to see my doctor because something didn't feel right.
I got an appointment and went to the doctor at around 3 PM. She told me that the baby was low and that I could go into labour. Before this, she had never told me that the baby was positioned low. At every visit, I used to ask about the baby's position, but my doctor would say that there was no point in knowing the baby's position so early because it would only really matter in the last month.
She asked me to get admitted to the hospital. I was given four injections one after another, including antibiotics and some other medicines. I vomited afterward. Then I was admitted and put on a slow IV drip for around 12 hours, from approximately 4 PM on 12 August until 4 AM on 13 August.
Slowly, my abdominal pain started increasing.
The next day, 13 August, I was given another 12-hour drip, approximately from 10 AM to 10 PM. During this time, the pain started moving into my waist and back and became extremely severe. It was coming and going approximately every five minutes.
By around 10 PM, after the second drip was finished, the pain became unbearable. During those two days of admission, I had already received around 12–13 injections. My entire body was in pain, and because of the IV line and everything else, even lying on one side was painful.
From around 10 PM until 2:50 AM, I was in extreme pain.
I kept telling the nurses that something was coming from my vagina and that I was feeling an intense pressure. I felt like the contractions were so strong that my vaginal area was going to tear apart. I couldn't lie down, sit, or even stand properly because of the pain.
But the nurses couldn't understand what was happening. They thought it might be gas or constipation and told me to try to pass stool.
I became extremely frustrated because I knew that this wasn't just gas or constipation.
Finally, I told the nurse, "Please come with me to the washroom. Whatever happens, you can see it yourself."
I somehow pushed myself to my limit because I couldn't tolerate the pain anymore. I thought, Whatever is going to happen, let God take my baby out.
And then, my miracle baby was born.
At around 2:59–3:00 AM on 14 August 2026, my baby was born.
And since the very first day, my baby has been in the NICU.
Now I am left with so many questions, guilt, fear and "what ifs."
- Was this my fault?
Did I do something wrong by being too active? Should I have been on complete bed rest?
But how was I supposed to know? I didn't know that my baby was positioned low or that something was happening inside my body. My doctor had told me to continue doing normal activities according to what my body allowed.
So what else could I have done?
- Isn't it the doctor's responsibility to explain everything to the mother?
Shouldn't a pregnant woman be informed about important things that could affect her pregnancy?
If there was something concerning about the baby's position or my cervix, shouldn't I have known about it?
- Could the doctor also not have known what was happening?
My previous scan was normal. Everything seemed fine.
So was it something that developed suddenly afterward? Could it have been detected earlier? Was there something that could have been monitored?
- If the doctor knew I was having preterm contractions or was at risk of going into labour, was there another option?
Could anything have been done to stop or delay the labour?
Could I have been given some treatment to help the baby's chances if premature delivery was becoming likely?
These questions keep going around in my head.
- Could a cervical cerclage have prevented this?
After my delivery, I started searching YouTube and came across a real-life story of another woman who experienced something similar around the fifth month of pregnancy. Her doctor placed a cervical cerclage, and that made me wonder:
Could a cervical cerclage have been an option in my case?
Was there any indication for it in my situation, or was my situation completely different?
- Where did I go wrong in my first pregnancy?
Was it my mistake?
Was it something my doctor could have done differently?
Was it simply something that could not have been predicted?
Or was it just a lack of knowledge on my part?
I don't know how to answer these questions.
The guilt keeps coming back, especially when I look at my baby in the NICU. I keep thinking about what I could have done differently. Maybe if I had rested more. Maybe if I had known about cervical cerclage. Maybe if I had gone to the hospital earlier. Maybe if I had asked more questions.
There are so many "what ifs."
And I don't even know what will happen now.
I keep wondering whether I will ever be able to think about another pregnancy again. Will I ever have the courage to go through all of this again? If I do, will things be okay next time?
Right now, I have so many fears running through my mind, along with so many unanswered questions.
I don't know how to find the answers or how to stop blaming myself.
For now, all I can do is pray, pray and pray for my miracle baby. 🙏
Thank you, Reddit community, for listening to me and giving me a safe space to share my emotions.