There are a few things that we always expect. We expect that when we wake up in the morning the sun will be up, we expect that people driving on the freeway know how to actually drive on the freeway (well sort of). There are however, things in life that come at us unexpectedly.
Our pregnancy was unexpected only because we had been trying for so long with no success. When we found out we were pregnant, Justin and I were so overjoyed. I expected to have a normal pregnancy. I didn't expect acid reflux, or horrible back pain. But I did expect to have a healthy baby boy in August. I should realize from other life events that when I expect something, it usually doesn't turn out the way I want it to go. Things were going well. I had no indication that things would not go well. My ultra sound appointment didn't show that there were any problems, on the contrary everything looked normal. This is when I Should expect things to take a wicked turn. Nothing in my life has ever gone as planned for me.
On Wednesday May 13th things were normal. I went to work, had a normal work day, didn't feel sick or any inordinate pains. That night Justin and I watched t.v. and things were normal. Then at about 10:30pm things started to not be so normal, only I didn't know they were not normal. I started having sharp pains in my lower abdomen and I just chalked it up to be normal stretching pains. This continued for about an hour. I thought they would go away. I was going to the bathroom a lot, but that isn't really out of the ordinary when I am trying to go to bed. But the pains wouldn't go away, and then at about 12am things started to go south. The pains then started to go to my lower back and they were painful. I went to the bathroom and this time I inadvertently turned on the light. When I got up I saw blood! "This can't be happening!" is all that ran through my mind. I ran and got Justin and told him he had to take me to the hospital right now, I was bleeding. He jumped up and got dressed. We jumped in the car and I asked him which hospital he was taking me to and he said the closest one, which was West Valley Hospital.
When we got there, Justin and I quickly went into the ER and I told the nurse that I was 25 weeks pregnant and bleeding. She rushed us through the doors into the admitting area and I have never seen a person admit someone so fast. The lady at the desk was shouting orders and printing papers and having me sign things. Justin ran to move the car and by the time he got back she almost had me admitted. She had them bring a wheel chair but the pain was intense now that I couldn't sit down. She yelled for a bed and the lady put me on it and wheeled me to an exam room.
The pain, oh the pain. I have never felt pain like this. It was so intense, I was going to the bathroom, throwing up. I couldn't lay on my back. The nurse was trying to hook me up to a monitor and I just couldn't lay on my back. Finally, she was able to get it all hooked up and we could hear the baby's heart beating. Some Relief. Then she examined me and quickly said, "I need to get a second opinion." and rushed off and then came another nurse. She said I was fully dilated and they weren't going to be able to stop this. The baby is going to be born tonight. This was very unexpected. Justin and I looked at each other and I could see panic in his eyes. We couldn't believe this was happening.
I was rushed up to a delivery room and prepped. I asked if I could have an epidural and they said no. I thought, "This is going to hurt a lot." They asked me a bunch of questions and finally the doctor rushed in. He said they were going to air vac me to another hospital, but decided not to and they were going to air vac the baby to St. Joseph's after he was born. They got me ready to deliver and broke my water. I thought the pain was going to get intense, but it really didn't. The Dr. told me to push and I said, "I don't know how, I don't know what I'm doing!" The nurse said like you are going to the bathroom. It really hurt, but I tried. The Dr. Said to stop and asked for the ultra sound machine. He looked and the baby was breach. He said they would have to do a c-section.
They were getting me prepped and getting the team together and waiting for the air vac team to get there. Then they said they were going to give me an epidural. That was so not fun. The guy couldn't get it, and after several minutes of him poking me with a needle in my back, not just my back, but my spin, he said he couldn't get it and they would have to put me out. They rolled me into the operating room and the Dr. told him no, give her a spinal I don't want her out. So he did and it took right away. After several minutes at 3:27am Duncan Liam Isaac was born weighing only 1lb 12oz. When I woke up in the recovery room, my sister was standing next to me. My parents were at my grandma's getting ready to go to Oklahoma. They got there shortly after Duncan was born. I spent several days in the hospital recovering with my family around me. Justin was at the hospital with Duncan, which gave me some peace knowing he was there.
Our brave little boy is now at St. Josephs Hospital in NYICU fighting to stay strong. He is so beautiful and adorable. He has white blonde hair all over, and if he had gone full term he would have had even more hair than he does now. Today he opened his eyes. He looked at me and my heart melted. I know that he is a fighter. For the short time he was in my belly, he kicked, moved and at time felt like he was punching me. He is strong and I have total faith that he is going to be okay. I know that he could have his down days and there is still a long road ahead, but I pray everyday that Heavenly Father will bless him and keep him strong.
Thank you all who have been so supportive at this time. I can't even tell you how much it means to mean that immediately people called the Temples all over and put our names on the prayer roll. Please keep praying for our baby boy.
