Before I begin, I would like to dedicate this post to Aunt Jeannie. I have been taking a long break from blogging, but she requested that I begin writing again. So, Aunt Jeannie, this is for you. I pray that you will continue to feel hope and positivity during this hard time. I love you.
Well, we couldn’t help it. A few months after writing my last post (about moving on) we decided to try again for a baby. After three miscarriages in a row, I was so afraid of losing the baby, I kept it a secret for months. When I got tired of looking fat without a good excuse, I announced it to the world (AKA Facebook), and held my breath. PLEASE let this pregnancy last! Please, please, God, let me keep this baby.
Doctors visit, after doctors visit, I grimaced and prepared myself for the worst. Each time we saw a heart beat, I would breathe a sigh of relief, and wonder if we would see it again. At one point, my doctor chastised me because I kept talking about “when we lose this pregnancy.”
Towards the end of the pregnancy, I started believing that we would actually get to bring home a cute little tot. The pregnancy continued to progress- past alarming quad screen results, great amniocentesis results, sleepless nights, swollen feet, a placenta previa diagnosis, and hormonal craziness.
When I was just over 35-weeks pregnant, the doctor decided the pregnancy had gone long enough, and it was time to schedule a c-section. Due to the placenta previa, we were going to have the baby in a week! Tim tried to negotiate the early delivery, but the doctor was adamant. The baby needed to come now. I, on the other hand, was tired of feeling and looking like this, so I was excited about it. My only request: wait until after July 4. My family goes nuts over Independence Day, and I didn’t want to miss anything.
We did the 6:00 AM pancake breakfast, the parade, a bbq, the fireworks, and then around midnight, I tried to sleep.
I couldn’t. No matter how many bottles of beer were on the wall, my body wouldn’t submit. I would not be sleeping this night.
I kept wondering about my baby, my body, the placenta previa, and the cesarean section. I was excited, nervous, terrified, and ecstatic. I had heard horror stories about placenta previa deliveries, and I had a bad feeling. I knew mine was going to be tough. My thoughts about that? BRING IT! I am going to have a BABY! Finally! After years of trying,
My c-section was scheduled for 4:00 PM. What am I going to do all day? 4:00 PM is FOREVER away. Hmmm, what shall we do? I know! Let’s go to Seven Peaks! After all, a water-slide park the morning of a delivery makes perfect sense. We loaded up the troops and headed to Seven Peaks. After a cold summer rain, we decided to call it a day and head home. We dropped the kids off at my parents, and checked into the hospital.
My apprehension the night before was spot on. The delivery was a nightmare. The placenta was blocking the way to the baby, and the doctors sliced into the placenta when trying to deliver him. Joshua was trapped and bleeding out. So was I. The surgeons were inspired and worked quickly, and were able to save him, and me. They delivered him through the placenta, and rushed him to the NICU. In between periods of passing out, I was assured both of us would be OK, but it would be a rough recovery. No problem. My baby is here.
Joshua had to spend some time in the NICU. (Which was seriously not a big deal after living at Primary Children’s Hospital for three months with Jonny.) I shared a number of hospital meals with my Dad (who LOVES hospital food- crazy guy!) And before long we were home.
(I do have to add that while we were waiting for Joshua to get better, Tim parked our Jayco Travel Trailer in the parking lot, so I could be close to Joshua, yet have a place to sleep. Thanks, Tim. You rock.)
Thank you, God. Thank you, doctors. Thank you, Tim, and thank you friends and family. We are so grateful to be a family of six. Now we are dealing with 3:00 AM feedings, little hands and toes, poopie diapers, adorable smiles, and blood-curdling-purple-screaming, and we couldn’t be happier.