During my pregnancy I battled gestational diabetes which caused me to have twice weekly non-stress tests. At first these appointments really bothered me then in my 34th week of pregnancy the monitoring showed Evie had a deceleration in her heart rate and my blood pressure skyrocketed. Those two things led to me having another ultrasound where they found my sweet little girl all wrapped up in her umbilical cord...twice.
I called Ron and he rushed down to the doctors office to meet me. We waited for the doctor to come in and tell us what was going on. Dr Gavrilla came in and told me we needed to go to the hospital for a "bit" more monitoring.
Scared and a bit confused as to what was going to happen next we checked into the hospital and were immediately hooked up to tubes and monitors. What was supposed to be a "bit" of extra monitoring quickly turned into what we thought was going to be an emergency c-section. My blood pressure and her position were concerning and things looked a bit bad.
My doctor, the wonderful Dr Lacy, just happened to be there and stopped by to check on us. She looked everything over and since she was on her way to her high school reunion told us to do nothing until Monday. We both took a deep breath and settled into the beginning of a 2 week hospital stay.
That "bit" of extra monitoring turned into a waiting game for Evie's lungs to fully develop and give us the go ahead to have the c-section. Let's just say that this was the longest two weeks of my life. Ron spent so much time running between work, home and me. It was trying on all of us. Evie kept growing and after an amnio was done we saw that her lungs were fully formed and we got the green light. I felt scared out of my mind. I wasn't ready to be a mom...especially to a preemie. I didn't really have a choice so away we went.
The surgery went beautifully and Evie spent the first 6.5 hours of her life in the NICU with her Daddy by her side and her Mommy practically coming out of her skin in her room. I didn't get to give her her first food, change her diaper or even hold her but she was healthy and passed all the tests with flying colors. She was a miracle and a blessing. She was beautiful and perfect. She was also tiny...scary small.
We left the hospital 2 days later and have been watching her grow and amaze us every day.
She rolled over on her own at 2 weeks, she picked up her head at 3 weeks and she is able to sit up while holding her head stable in her bumbo at 11 weeks. I'm sure she says hi...but could be wrong and she smiles every morning at me. When I'm blue she lifts my spirits and makes me laugh with her crazy little expressions. I love everything about her and think God blessed me twice in one life time. Once when he gave me Ron and twice when he blessed us with Evie.
I have issues with her birth story and had lots of anger for awhile but chose to not record those moments. I carry them with me when I see other women whose stories are more like what I wanted but most days don't think about it at all. It's funny how one can chose their happiness if they put their mind to it. That is what I did...chose my happiness and this is it. Ron and Evie!
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