Wow, what a story.  I'd be so happy to hear that sound, too.  Glad your baby is ok!!

My niece just had my great niece (6 weeks early) so I get the distress part.  Her lungs, of course hadn't developed fully but she just got to go home a couple of days ago so we're all good.

Trying to get pregnant. That has been the most difficult part...

The best and most difficult part was giving birth to my second child. He was rushed into the NICU an hour after birth for fluid in his lungs. He is healthy now and I became much stronger after the incident.

The depression. Everyone talks about post-partum depression, but thats only supposed to happen After baby comes. And this wasn't just hormones. Because there were None of the hormonal highs I had with my first. 9months of a little voice inside me telling me everything I did was wrong....

Your post was incredibly moving. I remember going through a lot of rough times with my daughter and the mixture of joy and anxiety that ensued with each visit to the doctor. The worst part of pregnancy was having both hyperemesis and gestational diabetes. Ugh! The best part - seeing, hearing, and feeling my little girl! Congrats on another new life growing inside of you! Best of wishes to you and your little family.

The most difficult part of my most recent pregnancy with our twins was the fact that we dealt with losing them the entire time. It was extremely high risk and I was hospitalized for weeks in an effort to ensure their delivery. The best part of that pregnancy was seeing their two little bodies intertwined on the ultrasound because that is not common with identical twins since traditionally they are separated by their amniotic sacs – which is also why we were at a high risk of losing them. Thankfully our girls are healthy and happy, nearly two years later. :-)

My worst: I had tested positive 3 days before my period was due. I spent that weekend on cloud 9. Monday morning as I was getting my older kids ready for school, I fell to my knees in agony. Turned out I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was 44 and this was my 'last chance'. I was devastated. My best: I had given away all of my baby- and pregnancy-related everything. I handed over all of my maternity clothing to a friend in early June. June 30th ... 6 and a half months after my ill-fated ectopic pregnancy and at the age of 45... I had a surprise... a positive pregnancy test that I felt in my bones was going to work out. And it did :)

My worst: I had tested positive 3 days before my period was due. I spent that weekend on cloud 9. Monday morning as I was getting my older kids ready for school, I fell to my knees in agony. Turned out I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was 44 and this was my 'last chance'. I was devastated. My best: I had given away all of my baby- and pregnancy-related everything. I handed over all of my maternity clothing to a friend in early June. June 30th ... 6 and a half months after my ill-fated ectopic pregnancy and at the age of 45... I had a surprise... a positive pregnancy test that I felt in my bones was going to work out. And it did :)

Not knowing if I could keep the baby full term! I had lost 4! And the best, when I reached 30 weeks and they told me, if he's born today, he would survive! 9 more weeks and out came a 9lb 9oz bundle of joy! And I screamed HA docs don't know anything, trying to tell me I would never have a child of my own!

My 6th child was my miracle baby. My husband wanted one more, I didn't, so we went to the doctor's office for my husband's vasectomy. I asked the doc to do a blood test to see if I was pregnant, sure enough I was, pretty ironic I know. Having had 5 children even though this pregnancy was unplanned I knew that I would love this baby with all of my heart. At about 14 weeks my placenta started separating from the uterine wall, it didn't look like I would carry to term. 38 weeks pregnant I was more tired than I thought humanly possible raising a toddler and 4 teenagers while trudging my way through a very difficult pregnancy, but there I was in the home stretch! Contractions started like normal (for me that meant every two minutes apart). I took a bath, and tried to rest up for labor (it was late at night and I knew it could be a long one). Then I got up to go to the bathroom, not only did my water break, but it looked like a scene from a horror movie in my bathroom with the amount of blood that I lost. My midwife told me to call 911 and take an ambulance to the hospital, she would meet us there. The ambulance showed up as well as a fire truck. I explained that I was in labor having contractions every two minutes, that my water broke, and that i was hemorrhaging. They felt that i was just an overly excited mom in labor even when my husband tried to explain how much blood I had already lost as well as the fact that this was my sixth labor. They put me in the back of the ambulance. The driver proceeded to talk to the fireman that had come (he was her boyfriend) in my driveway for quite some time before getting in and starting to drive me to the hospital. the paramedic in the back with me was very excited about the prospect of possibly delivering a baby on the way to the hospital, she was studying to be a midwife and had never delivered before. I was laying as still as I could trying not to aggravate the situation with a towel between my legs. the paramedics never even so much as checked my vitals. The driver didn't go over 45 mph, I'm sure in the hopes that I would deliver on the way. My husband kept asking her why she wasn't going faster and expressing his concern for me and the baby. When we finally arrived at the hospital we were met by my midwife and a team of doctors and nurses. They removed my towel and realized how emergent the situation was. My placenta had abrupted, but to what degree they didn't know yet. While prepping me for a c-section my babies heart stopped, they put me under and had her out within about a minute. When speaking to my husband before I woke up they said that they barely got her out in time, and a few minutes more I would have died. At that time they still couldn't be sure what kind of repercussion there would be on my daughter from having been deprived of oxygen and so forth. We would just have to wait to see how she developed. She also had water in her lungs from being taken out so abruptly. I think we were in a constant state of concern over everything she did or didn't do over the first couple of years of her life. Six and a half years later I am happy to report that she is a normal happy healthy little six year old :)