Heartbreaking story told my a mother (Daniel at 2years old and Jeremy a newborn).
My ex-husband and I got married because I was pregnant. It was a stupid reason to get married, I know, but we were 23 and there was pressure from parents—basically from everyone – so we went ahead with it. John and I had been dating for about a year, and in February 2000, we were husband and wife.
My pregnancy was a tough one. I was put on bed rest halfway through, and at about 33 weeks I felt something that I thought was my water breaking. The doctors said everything was fine, but when I went to an appointment a couple weeks later, they rushed me to be induced because I had no fluid left. I was just past 35 weeks when I had Jeremy, but he’d gone for two weeks with very little fluid, so it was as if he was delivered at 33 weeks.