I once again have to express my
gratitude for all of the prayers that have been offered on my sweet family's behalf. I know I must sound like a broken record, but I honestly cannot thank
everyone enough. The past couple of days have been filled with so many tender
mercies and miracles. To truly understand where I am coming from, I will take
you all back to Monday.
Monday
morning was like most mornings except I felt like a bus had hit me. I groaned
and complained to Nate about my back and head. I told him I thought I was
coming down with the flu and thought I should call in sick. I have never called
in sick before and I was dreading calling my boss to tell him I couldn’t come
in. I didn’t want to be one of those women that got pregnant and just blew off her responsibilities. Nate finally convinced
me that it would be a good idea to call in if I felt so crappy. Being the amazing husband he is, he hooked
our TV up in the bedroom so I could stay in bed and watch movies all day. He put Tylenol on my nightstand, kissed me,
and then left to go to work. I napped and watched movies until around 3 o’clock
and then all Hell broke loose.
I had just
gotten off the phone with my mom when I realized I had wet the bed. ME! I am a
22 year old woman and I just peed in my freaking bed! Disgusted and irritated,
I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up and I just kept peeing. I didn’t
even have to pee, but here I was making a mess. It took me a few minutes to
realize what was happening. I began to panic and I called my mom to see if it
was possible for my water to break this early. She didn’t pick up so I called
my sister and started balling and asking her what it was like to have your
water break. She began crying and told me to call my doctor immediately and she
would try to get ahold of our mom. I called the doctor and they told me to come
in right away.
I tried to call Nate to let him know what was
going on, but his phone kept going to voicemail, so I began calling friends for
a ride. I finally got ahold of a friend and she and her husband came over right
away to get me. My mom kept calling me to try to calm me down because I was
hyperventilating and not making any sense.
Nate was already at the doctor when
I showed up and they took us straight into ultrasound. The ultrasound
technician confirmed that my water had broken and that the heart rate had
already dropped significantly. The doctor came in and began looking at the
ultrasounds. I could tell by her face that things were bad. Nate and I held
hands and looked into each other’s eyes. I was comforted knowing that I would
always have him by my side.
The doctor began to speak, but I
could hardly focus. She explained that the baby would not be able to survive
without the amniotic fluid surrounding it. I had lost almost all of the fluid.
The tiny bit left was not sufficient to keep the baby alive. The baby was too
small and undeveloped to survive. We had a 0% chance of having this baby
survive. The heart rate would continue to drop over the next few hours
and probably stop by the next morning, if not sooner. I asked if the baby was
in any pain. She assured me that the baby would not feel any pain though out
the process.
My heart was broken and I wished that I could
die with my precious baby. I couldn’t stand this pain. I had just felt the baby
move for the first time the night before. How could my baby possibly be dying
inside of me, when the day before he/she had been moving so freely? I covered
my face and sobbed. Nate held me as I asked, “why?” over and over again. I was
devastated and angry. We had already been through this once and I didn’t have
the strength to lose another child.
The doctor kept apologizing for our loss and
reassured me that I had not done anything to cause this. She began explaining
the process since I would have to deliver the baby. The baby was too large to
preform a D&C. She said they would send the baby to a pathologist to see
why this had happened. She said they could dispose of the body, but encouraged
us to have a burial and to name the baby to help us have closure. I was
disgusted at the thought of “disposing” of our beautiful baby. This baby had
grown in me for the past 16 weeks and I had felt his/her small movements. Nate
and I loved this tiny human and making him/her medical waste was not an option.
The doctor continued by telling me
I would come into the office the next day to deliver because the hospital
didn’t do deliveries for babies that small. She warned me that I may possibly deliver
at home that night. I got sick thinking of that possibility. She told us to not
get scared and to bring in the body when the office opened. She repeated over
and over that there was nothing to be done for our baby. There was no chance of
survival for a baby this small and young.
They couldn’t do anything to prevent this devastating outcome. She
hugged me and apologized that we had to endure this again.
I couldn’t breath. This was it. It
was over. Our baby was going to die. My baby was going to die. There was
nothing I could do to stop it.
Nate called
my mom to tell her the news. I grabbed the phone and all I could say was, ”I
need you. I need my mommy”. I heard her choking up on the other end and she
told me she would get there as fast as she could.
Everything
is a blur after that. Nate took me out to the car and I cried so hard I could
hardly breath. I kept asking why we had to go through this and I told him I
wasn’t strong enough to go through this again. When we got home, Nate gave me a
blessing and then we knelt side by side and prayed for strength and comfort. I
don’t remember much else. I laid in bed, covered in blankets and mourned the
loss of our little one. Nate held me and cried with me. I’m not sure how long
we were like that, but I think it was a long time.
I took a
warm bath to help ease the pain from the contractions. They had begun getting
stronger and I hated feeling them because I knew we were getting closer
to losing our baby. Nate helped me get dressed and then took me out to the
couch to watch a movie.
Within a couple of hours my temperature
started rising and when it got over 100, Nate called the doctor’s emergency
line. He was told to take me into the hospital immediately and have them put me
in the labor and delivery unit. When we arrived they were already waiting for me.
They had just spoken with my doctor and had decided to just have me spend a few
hours in the ER for observation. They gave me morphing, antibiotics, and
fluids. We were able to go home around midnight. Instead of going home and
falling asleep, I tossed and turned until the sun came up.
At 7 a.m. Tuesday morning an angel
arrived. My mom had driven through the night to be with us for the delivery.
She came in and immediately wrapped me in a warm hug. There is something so
comforting about a mother’s hug.
Nate and I spoke with her about
burying the baby and tried to decide if we would bury him/her in Arizona with
my grandparents or in California with Nate’s grandparents. Even as the words
came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe we were planning a burial for our
child. My heart ached and I wanted to scream as loud as I could. Instead I sat
quietly and tried to steady my breathing.
We arrived at the doctor’s office
and they immediately took us back. All of the receptionists and lab techs
touched my arm and gave me a sad look. They told me how sorry they were and to
let them know if I needed anything. They led me to the ultrasound room and the
technician turn off the monitor that would have faced me and moved the other
monitor so I wouldn’t be able to see. As she began the ultrasound I asked her
if the baby’s heart was still beating. She nodded sadly and then called for the
doctor. Her face told me all I needed to know. Our baby was slowly dying.
They guided us to another room and
the doctor came in to tell us what was going to take place. I expected him to
ask if I wanted to deliver today or if I wanted to wait until the heart
completely stopped. I never expected him to say, “well, the baby’s heart beat
has gotten much stronger.”
Was I dreaming? The way the
technician nodded had led me to believe the heartbeat had gotten lower, but my
baby’s heart was strong! He proceeded to tell us that he has never seen someone
in our position have a positive outcome. He asked us whether or not we would
like to terminate the pregnancy and let us know most medical professionals
would encourage us to end it because we still had very little chance of having
a healthy baby. I looked at Nate and then told the Doctor that I would fight
for my baby as long as my baby wanted to fight to live. He smiled and told me
he was happy we had chosen to not have an abortion and that he would support us
100%.
The doctor explained that just
because the baby’s heart rate had improved did not mean the baby would live. If
I went into labor over the next few weeks there is absolutely nothing they can
do to help a baby that premature. He told us to stay realistic, but that we had
a very small chance of success. This was all I needed to hear. There is a chance. It is not over.
Read your scriptures and pray. Stay true to the gospel. It is from there that all blessings flow.
ReplyDeleteI was in tears reading this. What a heartwrenching experience this must be! It is amazing to hear that your baby is still doing okay. Prayers!
ReplyDeleteSuch a touching story! I can't imagine what that is like for your family. I'm sure there are a lot of emotions. I am praying for you, and I am a true believer in the very real power of prayer. No one "just prays" for someone..prayers are a tangible thing that can move mountains. I know if it is the Lord's will, a mighty miracle can happen..it IS happening! Thinking about you often!
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