Posts Tagged ‘high risk pregnancy

18
Feb
13

A New Preemie Family

As I gave advice to my friend on her brother and his wife’s needs over the phone Sunday afternoon, I was taken back to that place where nothing from anyone was a comfort or help.

The scariest moment. When 10 people rushed into a triage room with me, and looked at some monitors and made me get in a fetal position on my left side  and put an oxygen mask on me. Hands down the worst moment of my life. I had just arrived by ambulance 20 minutes prior from our neighborhood hospital that only has a Level II NICU. My husband hadn’t yet been allowed to join me. When I think about that moment one year later, I still get nauseous.

The new preemie mama and daddy that were made today had twin girls at 33+6. The first baby came naturally, but an emergency c-section was needed for the second. Please keep this new NICU family in your prayers. I hope their little ladies are feeder/growers and home soon! And all my best to the mama as she heals.

Ironically, this friend and her husband were our support the night I was admitted. They came to the hospital to support my husband through a night where the slightest movement from me would make baby’s heartbeat coming through the monitor fade away. They are wonderful, beautiful people and I am so sorry prematurity has touched their family almost 1 year to the day after they stayed up all night with us.

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29
Jan
13

Home Stretch to B-Day

I can’t bring myself to order the birthday supplies. It’s 22 days to Drake’s birthday. We’ve picked out the perfect decorations, cake and tableware. It was fun to do so, but I just can’t make myself check out and pay.

We’ve agreed to a small gathering at Gammy’s (hubby’s mom) house of only great aunts & uncles so about 7 people including us. Adults only as we’re in RSV isolation still.

He is so amazing. He deserves his journey of the past year to be celebrated with unwavering joy. The timeline of memories leading up to Drake’s premature birth are painful and/or guilt inducing ones.

On this day last year, I found out my Granny was dying of perforated bowel. She was 93 and suffering from advanced dementia.  She died on the day of my baby  shower February 5, 2012.  I wasn’t able to travel for the funeral as I was already classified as high risk. Knowing now that I had Drake 15 days later, I’m so glad I followed that medical advice. 15 days is the difference between a 27-28 weeker versus a 30+2 weeker. What I did experience was hysterical grief. I loved my grandmother, and not being able to say goodbye on my own terms plus pregnancy hormones was an awful combination.

Then the following Friday, I was in a minor car wreck as I lost control in some ice and slid into the car in front of me on the way home from work. Everyone was fine, and my car sustained only minor damage.  I called the doctor right away and they advised me that as long as my kick counts were going ok I could wait to come in at my regular appointment time on Monday. Everything checked out fine. My blood sugar from the Gestational Diabetes was well under control as was my chronic hypertension. I wish I had stayed home that day as my husband asked me to, or left work the hour early I was supposed to.

My appointment to preregister for the hospital was scheduled for 2/20/12 at 1pm. My son was born at 10:09am by emergency cesarean because he was breech and I was 6 cm and 85% effaced.

Some things are foggy whether due to medicine, exhaustion, stress or magnesium. I don’t know.

My darling boy. What an amazing fighter you are.  Mommy is still sorting out getting all the what ifs and if/thens out of my system.

 

13
Sep
12

Surgery Dates and Anniversaries

Yay. Yay. Yay. We finally have our date for Drake’s inguinal hernia repair. By the time we have it done in October, it’ll have been almost 5 months from the time I noticed it and took him to see his pediatrician in a panic. I’m so, so glad that his ENT was able to coordinate with the surgeon and will be able to do his mouth injection without an extra bout with general anesthesia. Please God, just keep that little bit of intestine from kinking up for a few more weeks!

On September 7, 2011, I saw my baby’s heartbeat for the first time. I cried. It was at the end of 32 of the scariest hours of my life up to that point. On September 6th, I started having some heavy pink and brown spotting. After a sleepless night, I called my Gynecologist/OB’s office. My first appointment wasn’t scheduled to happen until the 15th.  The nurse instructed me to head straight to the hospital and have blood drawn.

I got a call about 230pm that my hcg levels definitely showed I was pregnant, but they were concerned about my progesterone level. It was a 9.7 which is on the very low end of normal. They set up an ultrasound for 30 minutes, and I left home to go pick up my husband from work along the way.

We only had to sit in the waiting room for about 10 minutes, and I remember feeling like I was going to throw up the ENTIRE time. Not due to morning sickness either. I only had 1 or 2 incidences of throwing up usually I only had mild nausea.

148 bpm and two pictures of a little bean. I was discovered to be 6 weeks, 5 days along. Estimated due date of 4/27/12.

Ironically, his heartbeat was 148 at the final ultrasound of my pregnancy, too. Taken on February 9, 2012. Eleven days before his birth.

The spotting lasted for 5 weeks. Almost until I was out of that scary first trimester. A friend tried to convince me to push for progesterone supplements when I talked to her about things. She’d had her own pregnancy scares, woes, and triumphs. Of course, the doctor’s office turned me down since it was my first pregnancy on record.

I didn’t push.

Sometimes I wonder what if I had.

 

 

 

 

 

 




Drake’s 3rd Birthday

February 20th, 2015

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