Forgive me for the radio silence for the last 6 weeks. We have had a dramatic chapter written into our family’s story. It has a happy ending though, praise God…
Our third baby was due Dec. 22, but when I woke up on Tuesday, Oct. 22 my water broke. I was very scared, but even in that moment I felt the peace of Christ. I rushed in to my OB with my two preschoolers in tow. The doctor had barely began examining me, when he said, “You need to get to the hospital…now.”
Trying to hold back the fears that were threatening to overtake me, prayers were lifted for peace. We also rushed to find someone to come care for our two older children (all of our parents live out of state). I was put on magnesium sulfate, Indocen, and given the first round of steroids in anticipation of a delivery at 31 weeks. I stayed completely still in my hospital bed for 4 days hoping to let all the medicines do their work.
I began to have heavy bleeding on Friday of that week and went quickly into labor at midnight that night. Our son was born 2 hours later after a complete placental abruption at 31 weeks and 6 days. He was 4 lbs 4 oz and had a 2/10 Apgar score. He was alive though…praise God.
He was taken to the NICU and had an IV put into his head for 9 days to provide fluids and nutrition. He took milk through a gavage tube and had oxygen running into his nose. He had swallowed a fair amount of blood during the abruption so he had several chest x-rays.
He did eventually start to gain weight and drink from a bottle. It was exciting to see his progress, but it was so hard not being able to hold him and bring him home. Friends and family all over the country were praying and I have never felt so blanketed by the Lord’s supernatural comfort. My mother-in-law stayed to care for my other two children for a month and my mother was here for a week. I wouldn’t have been able to see him at all if it weren’t for their help.
After 28 days of driving 30 minutes back and forth to the hospital, he was discharged and we were able to bring him home. He continues to need oxygen because we live at altitude and he is struggling with anemia, but we are so thankful for the gift of having him home.
He now weighs over 6lbs and is making enormous strides each day. His brother and sister are doing great and love watching Dad and me feed and take care of their sweet baby brother.
This whole experience has given me a new appreciation for the miracle that these children are and how precious life is. Also, now that we are a family of 5, I am so thankful we can be together this Thanksgiving. What a gift. PRAISE GOD.