November 2006 through May 2007

Near the end of November 2006, my then fiancee Dave and I were told we were about 7 weeks pregnant. Exactly two days later we went in for our first sonogram and it was then that we learned that we were really 12 weeks pregnant and that the baby had gastroschisis. At that moment our world started spinning so fast that we had no clue what to say to each other, or our families. For Dave, this was his first born and the first grand baby on his side. For me, this was my fourth pregnancy but only my second one to make it this far. So began our long six months of being monitored monthly, bi weekly, then up to twice weekly. We lived in Erie, PA during this time but had to travel back and fourth to Pittsburgh, Pa to see specialist. The rotten part of that was we had just, one month earlier, moved from Pittsburgh to Erie.