I got pregnant in the spring of my freshman year of high school. I was 15. At 24 weeks, I was barely showing, but the doctors said my baby boy was perfect.
At 25 weeks I fell in the kitchen, and went to the doctor just as a precautionary measure, and when the doctor asked me if I'd felt any movement since my fall, I told him I hadn't really felt any at all yet.
He instantly got a worried expression and wanted to look closer at my baby and run some tests. After 3 hours of poking and prodding they determined that my son had Osteogenesis Imperfecta; a disorder that causes a baby's bones to break in the womb.
There's nothing the doctors could do for him, and he was suffering. So they induced me at 25 weeks, 3 days.
I had to deliver my son knowing he wouldn't survive more than a few moments outside of me.
July 19th 2015, my son was born. He lived outside of my womb for less than 4 minutes before he died.