Noah will be going into the 3rd grade this year. Just about this time of year, right before school starts, I always start to remember, "the time". The time when he was born. The time I never thought would end. The time when he was born at 29 weeks, couldn't breathe on his own, eat on his own, do anything without the help of machines. It was January 1, 2005. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was hot, humid, and rainy...very odd for winter in Missouri. He hadn't moved all day long, and normally he was kicking field goals all the time. I had called my husband's Aunt Jeni, and she said "here's what the doctor's office is going to tell you. Drink a can of Coke, and lay on your left side for an hour. if nothing happens go to the hospital." Okay...so i drank a can of Coke...an hour later...still nothing! I called my husband, and we went to the hospital. They took us right back and told us that the doc will want an ultrasound stress test before any decisions are made. So i was like ok, let's do this! I'm sure most know what a stress test is, it's an ultrasound where they just sit there and watch the baby, and it has to do certain things during that time to show the tech that everything is okay. Long story short...he didn't do anything that he was supposed to do. Which come to find out, he was saving his energy, because he knew that there was something wrong. About an hour or so later my doctor walks into the room and looks at me, my husband, and my husband's entire family, and says "I've never seen anything like this before. I've called my old professor..." (which p.s. is not something you really want to hear, but coming from her, for some reason it was oddly comforting) "...and he says we need to take him right away." WHAT?! You're going to cut me open, right now and take my baby? This is sooooo not how this was supposed to go down! So while she got the OR ready, Kevin's Uncle Lance, laid his hands on us, and prayed. He and the entire room prayed so hard, that by the time we were ready to go back, I wasn't even scared any more. They took me back, and gave me a spinal block, such a weird feeling by the way. Then all of a sudden, we had a baby! He screamed, for what seemed like 5 minutes, but was actually, about 20 seconds, until he stopped breathing. They took him away doing CPR. That had to be the scariest thing ever, that we've been through. To hear your baby cry, and then all of a sudden it just stops, and all the nurses and baby doctors run out of the room with your lifeless baby.
It was a day later before we were allowed to see him. He was covered in wires, breathing tubes, feeding tubes and hooked up to all kinds of machines. I cried, Kevin cried. The wonderful nurses and doctors at Southeast Hospital took great care of us, and more importantly, Noah. It was probably a week or so later before we were allowed to hold him. That was the best day of our lives, and also the hardest. I thought he was going to break, or that a wire would come off and something horrible would happen. Nothing happened. He grew, he learned how to eat on his own, he learned to breathe, with some help. But he was growing like a weed! That's all that mattered, he was growing enough that we were able to go home in 48 days. He started at 2 lbs 13 oz and left the hospital at just under 5 lbs.
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| January 2005 |
The first time I saw a miracle was when our first born came home from the hospital. The second was the day that he turned 6 months old, and the doctor took him off of oxygen. Now he had been on oxygen all through a Missouri Spring. A normal spring here is horrible thunderstorms, heavy winds, and worst of all power outages. The funny thing about this one was, there weren't hardly any storms. And stranger yet, no power outages. If the power had gone out, we would have had to go to the hospital until the it came back on or he would have stopped breathing. Guess when the power went out for like 5 hours? The day that we came home from getting the oxygen off. Coincidence? I think not...it was by far a miracle. It was just one of many times that God brought me to something, and then followed through by bringing not just me, but my son through it. Something changed in me that day, something that made me stronger than I ever thought possible.
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| November 2012 |
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