Every week I was able to stay pregnant was a blessing. I was on strict bedrest, weekly progesterone shots, hooked up to a home contraction monitor twice a day for an hour at a time, and going to the OB once every two weeks. I was doing everything I could to keep Zachary in as long as possible. Since I was not able to move around as I wanted I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Every pregnant woman loves to eat but that one joy was taken away from me and I was put on a diet to follow along with testing my blood sugar 4 times a day. But as a mother I would do whatever I had to do to keep my baby healthy. Or so I thought.
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