I am a young woman from New Jersey.  I recently had an ectopic pregnancy.  The surgery was early Sunday morning, November 25, 2001.  I was 6 weeks along and I didn't even know I was pregnant, because I had just come off birth control and my period was always late.  I fell suddenly ill while in Baltimore, Maryland with my boyfriend celebrating the holiday.

I was rushed to Johns Hopkins Bayview Medical Center where tests were immediately done and came back that I was pregnant, but it was ectopic.  No one really told me right away because I was already crying and in shock.  My boyfriend knew that we were not going to keep this baby but didn't say it to me, for the doctor could explain it better.  Bb that time, I was in so much pain that I really didn't grasp anything anyone was saying.  I had about a minute or two until I was rushed into surgery to be alone and then it hit me.  I started to cry but not as much as my boyfriend who really was looking forward to keeping this baby.

After I came home to New Jersey to be with my family, I found out that my uncle's wife was pregnant (4 weeks along).  It  started to hit me harder that it just wasn't fair that I lost my baby and didn't have any time to celebrate my joy.  I had only moments to say goodbye to my child before it was gone.  I wish it were different, but it's just an unfortunate situation I came into.

I will plant a tree or a beautiful flower in Baltimore for my baby when I recover.  It will grow there and for that tiny memory to never be forgotten-that will be my celebration, and for faster recovery and the hope for my next child.