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Hi all! I’m new to the community and looking for support, advice, and also hoping my story might give other moms some hope. I was 29 when I got pregnant with my son. First and only pregnancy. As a healthy person there were no signs of anything going wrong. On a random weekend while I was 12 weeks pregnant I had a little bleed. I immediately panicked and went to the ER. Upon having an ultrasound, they assured me that baby was good and healthy and we would just watch for signs of preterm labor. The weeks went by and I had a hard time with my pregnancy. I felt like I couldn’t walk. And if I did the baby was going to fall out. Fast forward to being 23 weeks I began to have some mild cramping one night. After going to the bathroom I noticed the SLIGHTEST streak of red on my toilet paper and thought maybe I was overanalyzing things. It was so small and barely noticeable to the naked eye I went to bed. The next morning the pains continued. I thought this may be Braxton Hicks. I had never been pregnant before so maybe this was my body’s practice. The cramps continued unfortunately and I felt a pressure in my bladder. After going to the bathroom, all I could see was blood. Immediately my husband and I rushed to the hospital where they informed me I was already 3cm dilated. We were able to delay my sons birth for 30 hours before he was ultimately born. He has high functioning Cerebral Palsy and is quiet the warrior! He came home from a 6mo stay at the hospital a week before Covid lockdown. Life was certainly not easy to get to where we have come today. I’m now 33 and thinking about whether we will expand our family or if I should count my blessings and put my baby making days to an end. I want to give my son a sibling so that he always has someone to share his life with. However I find myself in a mental state that has me obsessing with whether this can happen to me again. The doctors cannot explain why my sons birth happened at 23 weeks. All of my scans and blood work were always normal. They classified his birth as spontaneous and would put me on progesterone if we want to have another baby. Has anyone else been in a similar situation? What was your outcome? I wish he was my second baby so I could just call it quits. Any life experience is appreciated! And for any moms experiencing something similar, I wish you love, peace, and healing. Life DOES get easier! Start your children in therapy as soon as possible. Be their advocate. Love them unconditionally. You’ll learn to understand their abilities and work with them in a way that will make them successful. Love and hugs to you all.