I really beleive in God's Grace and gift of children. My story is a long one. At least it is long in terms of the number of years I have been trying to have children, and the final wonderful outcome.

I was not aware of Asherman's as a medical condition until 2010. Leading up to 2010, I had 6 miscarriages, with no idea why and no diagnosis. In late 2009 I discovered that I was pregnant again. Of course, I was very worried about yet another miscarriage. In this entire time, I never kept with one doctor, mainly because I did a lot of travelling.

With the pregnancy in 2009, I found a local Ob Gyn and started visits with her. I asked her if she had any idea why I had had so many miscarriages, and she did not know. She said there were plenty of tests that could be done (not while pregnant) to see why. My pregnancy continued along and I passed the 10 week mark, which was where every miscarriage had occured. I continued with regular prenatal visits through the pregnancy. At 35 weeks I was diagnosed with preeclampsia and was hospitalized for it.

My baby girl was delivered at 37 weeks. I had wanted to have a vaginal delivery, so right before they were going to induce, an ultrasound was done. It was found that my girl was breach, with her head pretty much up by my ribcage on the left side. And so it was decided that I would have to have a CSection to deliver her.

My doctor afterwards told me it was the most stressful and difficult delivery she had ever done. And she had been delivering babies for 20 years. She explained that there was scar tissue all over my uterus and my daughter was trapped in my uterus, somewhat like a hammock, holding her up in the upper part of uterus. They were completely unable to grab any part of her and pull her out. As my daughter was unable to breath on her own, she was not getting any oxygen. She was at least 6 minutes without air. The doctor told me that to get her out, she had finally had to put her arm under the scar tissue, above my daughter in order to cut her out and at that point, the safety of her arm with that knife was not even a thought in her mind. She had to get her out.

My daughter was immediately rushed to NICU for treatment. I was also needing help, because of severe dehydration and also losing 3 liters of blood. I almost needed blood transfusions, but I ended up just on boderline and did not need them. I was closely watched for 24 hours.

I had to leave my daughter in NICU, even though I was released from the hospital after 3 days, she had to stay for 11 days.

My daughter and I both fully recovered.

My husband, my WONDERFUL husband, has been by my side for everything and I love him so much for that. We soon wanted to see if it was possible to have a second child.

My OB informed me that I need to make sure that all of the scaring had been cleared up before TTC. She referred me to a local doctor who could do the treatment. He found more scar tissue and removed it in hysteroscopy. I was on estrogen/progesterone treatment for several months and was finally given ok to TTC (lining was 8).

I got pregnant right away. At 10 weeks, my worst fear, again. I miscarried. It was the most physically and emotional miscarriage of them all. I hit rock bottom emotionally. I was about to turn 40 years old and could not bear to keep going through more and more miscarriages. My Obchecked me and said there was retained product and she woud do a D and C. I agreed to it and scheduled it. I went home and cried and cried. And I called back to cancel with the office, and the Dr got on the phone with me personally and said she felt it was better for me to wait it out and not do a D and C.

I waited it out and it finally all cleared out. I went back to check for more scaring, and of course, treat it. There was more. And then we did EVERY SINGLE test imaginable for miscarriages. I remember 14 vials of blood for different tests that they did. I did every test except the one checking for killer blood cells. The doctor told me that they did not find any reason for the miscarriages. This was good and bad. That meant that there was no way to know if it wouldn't happen again, or that anything could be done about it.

He gave me ok to TTC again, and I got pregnant again right away (eggs was never the issue). My OB immediately called this doctor who had been treating me. He had 2 simple instructions: No Pap. And that I was to do heparin injections first trimester, then lovenox for the rest until last 2 weeks, back to heparin.

Both of these injections were done by myself. I had bruises all over from the injections. No pain luckily. I had ultrasounds at EVERY single prenatal visit. I found out it was a boy. They offered testing for downs and other things and I decided that I did not want to know. I wanted to leave it in the hands of God and nature.

The doctor had told me that I could not have any contractions. The way she had cut my uterus for my first child, it could not handle the stress of contractions. And so the CSection was scheduled for 38 weeks.

Going into the CSection I was excited and terrified. With my first, I had no idea what I was going into. This time, I had a history, and it was a scary one. By sheer luck I ended up with the same doctor assisting as who was at the first. As well, the same anesthesiologist, and prenatal doctor. It just happened that they were all on duty the day it was scheduled.

I was apprehensive about everything. About scar tissue tying him in (which they had already determined there was none from ultrasounds), to my blood loss and dehydration, to the babies health and whether he was healthy or had a medical condition that we hadn't tested for. The doctor warned me that boys are sometimes wimps on Csections and don't start breathing on their own and so have to be put in NICU for the first 24 hours.

It all happened so quickly I did not even know they had started. All I know is I heard him cry (I did not hear my daughter cry for 3 days because she was not breathing, then she was rushed out, and put on a cold pack treatment they kept her pretty much immobile), and when I heard that cry, all I could do was burst into tears.

A smoothe delivery and a very healthy baby boy. 7 pound, 9 ounces. He was able to leave the hospital when I was released, 3 days after delivery.

We spent the next few weeks feeding a VERY hungry baby! He ate tons more than my first. He has been completely on breastmilk and he doubled in weight by 8 weeks he was already 14 pounds. He is thriving and doing very well.

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The road has been long and at times very hard. There were many times I could have given up and walked away childless. Right before I got pregnant with my daughter, I had decided that I would leave it in God's hands and not try so hard. I think that helped. It releived the stress of it all for sure. And I think in a way that may have helped.

TO this day I don't really understand how my daughter was able to survive and grow in my uterus, so full of scar tissue. I can only guess that she was meant to be. And also, in the doctor's words, my daughter is a tough girl.

I hope this story gives hope to some of you all. I know the road is tough, trying and frustrating. And sometimes people may not understand what you are going through and how hard it can be to keep going and not give up. And the stress of aging (At least for me it really stressed me). And of not knowing why it is happening to you, or how you ended up with Asherman's or miscarriages.

God bless you all. You are all angels.

- Sunny