Nothing ever goes the way you planned when it comes to Motherhood. Let me start from when this miraculous story started to unfold. Two weeks ago I had a 3D Ultrasound scheduled to take some pictures and get a video of our sweet Baby Girl made up like we did for her Sister. The session was pretty much a wash because let’s face it, babies are stubborn. I couldn’t get any good pictures so we decided we would come back in two weeks. I had also cancelled an Ultrasound that was set the day before I was heading to Blissdom because I was so busy trying to get things ready before I left.
We arrived at our appointment well hydrated and ready to go. We realized that the woman doing our Ultrasound actually did our Daughters 4 years ago. She now worked at this place and a High Risk Care Office. She began to scan my stomach and said that I should talk to my doctor about the amount amniotic fluid being possible low. Then she rolled over the babies heart. The moment she stopped I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t moving the way that it was supposed to. It was barely moving at all. I said You’re starting to scare me. She then replied I think you should have your daughter step out. My Husband leaped from his chair. She showed him on the monitor the heart and explained that it wasn’t beating but more like shuttering. She informed us that we needed to go to the emergency room immediately that it doesn’t look good. She didn’t have a fetal doppler to listen to the heart so we bolted out the door tears streaming down our faces.
We flew down to the closest hospital while frantically calling family to come get our daughter because something was terribly wrong. All I could think about was that I lost my baby at 32 weeks. That I was going to the hospital to delivery a stillborn. Nothing could have prepared me for that type of news. Especially after all the bad dreams I’d had during the pregnancy.
As my husband parked the car. I nearly busted down the door to the women’s center when I found it locked. A security guard opened it and escorted me to the proper floor for the triage labor and delivery department. I tried to explain to them what had happened through my hysterical sobbing. She brought me back and grabbed the doppler first thing. She pressed it to my belly and found her heart beat. An almost perfect heart beat. Talk about worst fears rushing out. But I knew we weren’t in the clear. I knew what I saw on that Ultrasound wasn’t a good thing. They threw me up on a bunch of monitors to start charting and tracking. Her heart rate was a steady 135 the whole time we were monitoring. But it wasn’t changing the way it was supposed to. She also wasn’t making any movements.
The on call doctors and midwives came in to view the Ultrasound. Everyone stopped and watched the screen and immediately saw the same thing I did. The same shuttering of the heart. They walked out for a moment and then came back in to tell me that the baby needed to come out. Something was wrong with her heart and they called the pediatric cardiologist.
Along with all the monitors the nurses started poking and proving me with needles, something I’m deathly afraid of. So telling you that panic was setting in was un under statement. My body went into complete shock. At this point people were rushing around me trying to get everything under way for the C-Section that they were about to preform on me. My body was shaking uncontrollably and I kept looking at my Husband thinking, This is not what we wanted. What’s going on? When are we going to wake up? I’m only 32 weeks pregnant! Is she going to survive if they take her out now?
They wheeled me into the freezing room where I thought the anesthesiologist was going to club me over the head because I was freaking out so bad. During the surgery I had my Husband talk to me about anything but what was going on. Because all my mind could think about was how everything for her was still in storage. And that I don’t know how to take care of a preemie. What if this heart issue ends up killing her?
Then she came out and let out a yell. She was alive. Kicking and screaming because they took her from my warm belly and threw her on a cold table in a cold room. Me and my Husband shared a tear and a kiss while they cleaned her up he snapped a few photos for me. They finally brought her over so that I could see her and weigh her. When she passed the curtain I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked just like her big Sister. Spitting image but half her size.
At 32 weeks I gave birth to a 4 pound 10 ounce 17 inch long Baby Girl. They rushed her off to the NICU to start getting checked out and taken care of. While I waited in the recovery room I felt like I went completely numb staring off into nowhere. The amount of Wows, Oh my goshs and what ifs started flying through my head. Everyone started coming up to me and telling me about how much of a miracle it was that I had that Ultrasound done. If I had waited it would have been too late.
The Doctors and Cardiologist finally came to talk to me and they gave me un update. Baby Girls heart rate was around 290 when they took her out. Her heart isn’t properly pumping and therefore she isn’t getting the proper circulation. She has SVT Supraventricular tachycardia along with CHF congestive heart failure, which are both very scary things to hear about your new baby. Of course she is a preemie so she has all the normal early baby issues like in her lungs. She also has some fluid in her abdomen that they are hoping will work it’s way out once they get her heart regulated.
I’m still learning about everything happening to her but I can tell you this. She was born on Saturday March 3rd and so far they have already made massive improvements with her health.
We still haven’t picked out a name. Heck I still have to buy her a bed! But she will be in the hospital for at least a month. It just depends on how things go on a day to day basis.
Thank you all so much for your warm wishes, positive thoughts and prayers for me and my family. I’m a complete wreck right now because it was such an insane roller coaster of emotions and now physical pain. I’m truly blessed with the best family and friends that have been helping and supporting us in this time of need and fear.
I’ll post more about her condition later.