Isabella's upcoming birthday has got me doing a lot of reminiscing lately. There are a lot of people who have
amazing stories about how they became parents, and the struggles they went through to have a family.
This is the story of my sweet baby girl.
We were so thrilled to be pregnant after Monte's health problems. For three years we didn't know if it would be possible due to the drugs he was taking. But when he finally got better we very quickly found out we would be parents. I didn't expect anything out of the ordinary to happen. Then one night when I was driving home from work everything changed! After a very stressful day at work, I started feeling contractions on my drive home - I was only 24 weeks pregnant.
How could this be happening? We called the hospital, then both Monte's and my parents, who both stayed up late into the night saying rosaries for us. The next day at the hospital they were able to stop my labor with some injections of a couple of different drugs. They sent me home and put me on bedrest along with some medication to stop contractions. I seriously thought I would be fine in a week or so and go back to a normal life. Silly me. From that time on until Isabella was born at 34 weeks I had constant contractions anywhere from 2 - 10 minutes apart! I was hospitalized 6 different times. I actually liked hospital bedrest better than bedrest at home - I felt more safe in the hospital and I had lots of people around to keep me company. During one hospital stay I came down with Shingles due to the stress, which besides childbirth was definitely THE most painful thing I have ever experienced. During another hospital stay, my doctor felt the baby would be coming very shortly. They transferred me by ambulance to the only
hospital in the state equipped to care for babies born before 34 weeks ( I was at 31 weeks). I was an absolute wreck when the ambulance came to get me, I was so scared. But when the EMT came in the room, I knew everything would be okay, he was wearing the Miraculous Medal! It was so shiny, it was the first thing that caught my eye and it gave me such a good feeling. I felt so bad for Monte, driving by himself the whole way behind the ambulance and not knowing what was going on. Things slowed down once I got to the new hospital, but they kept me there until they felt it was safe for the baby to be delivered at my hospital. My goal was to get to 34 weeks. From what I had read and what the neonatologist told us, there was a good chance the baby would not have to be on a feeding tube any time after 34 weeks. We had been home for a few days, when at 34 weeks and one day, my water broke in the middle of the night. We arrived at the hospital around 7:00 in the morning. My labor went pretty fast due to the months of contractions I had. (I went from being 4 cm dilated to 10 cm and having her completely pushed out in 15 minutes!!) However, the scariest was to come. They were unable to pick up her heartbeat on the monitor before she was born. When she came out they announced we had a little girl - but there was
nothing, no crying, no moving, just
nothing! She had no heartbeat, and she was not breathing. Monte and I watched as a team of 7 doctors and nurses were franticly working on her, breathing for her, hooking her up to all sorts of machines.
How could this be happening? How could I lose my precious girl after all I went through? I remember saying the Hail Mary over and over again as I layed there and watched them work on her, it's the only thing that came to my mind. Then after the longest seven minutes of my life, we heard a faint little whimper. They immediately took her out of the room at that point. Monte got to go with but I didn't get to see her for about an hour. It was so sad, they had her hooked up to all sorts of machines and had tubes coming out of her.
But she was here, and she was alive, and I was a mom! She did so well, though, she was breathing room air on her own only an hour later. We had to give her bottles right away since she was a preemie, and the doctor didn't want her losing weight. Unfortunatley she was never able to nurse, so I pumped for the first 3 months. But I feel like I really missed out on something special with her. Her lungs were underdeveloped so she literally never cried for the first few months, and very rarely after that ( I think she just never knew how after going so long without). She also slept A LOT more than normal and still does. Other than that she has been a completely normal, healthy, happy little girl. We are so blessed to have her in our lives, she has changed us forever. The whole experience has made my faith SO much stronger. My doctor tells me with each pregnancy these problems are more likely to happen and the baby is more likely to be born even earlier each time, but I guess we'll worry about that when the time comes.
Really, in the end, it doesn't matter what the story is - every single baby is an absolute miracle from God, made perfectly in His image and loved more than anything else in this world.