My husband and I have been married in October 2016 and decided on our honeymoon in January 2017 we would TTC in March. To our surprise we got a positive pregnancy test in June! We couldn't be more excited. We shared the news after a few weeks with our family and finally to our friends once I got out of the first trimester. I had no issues, no morning sickness, my biggest complaint was being exhausted after any kind of activity but even that went away once I got into my second trimester. On October 20 we went in for a routine ultrasound, we had been waiting for this day anticipating whether we were going to be having a boy or girl. We had plans for a gender reveal party the next day so I did not want to find out. My husband however, had to know so when I stepped out to use the restroom he asked the nurse. I had a feeling from the beginning we were having a boy and my hunch was right! The nurse told my husband we were having a son. We were waiting to talk to the doctor and after an hour of waiting we felt something was wrong. That hunch was also right. The doctor came in to tell us that my cervix was measuring very short, approximately 1.5 cm. My cervix was funneling and that we should be prepared for me to go into early labor if we didn't do something quick. He recommended an emergency cerclage and bed rest. My heart sank. We had just had the happiest moment finding out we were having a son and the next minute we are hearing from our doctor that our baby is going to be born early and at 20 weeks wouldn't survive. If I made it to 26 weeks we should expect extreme developmental disorders and our chances of a healthy baby were better once we reached 28 weeks. My husband and I headed straight to the hospital to talk to a neonatologist (she just so happened to be the doctor that delivered our triplet nieces a year before). We left the office crying and so afraid.
Once the neonatologist checked me out and did their own ultrasounds she confirmed my cervix was short. But she did not recommend doing a cerclage. This was my first pregnancy and I had no history of preterm labor. And At 20 weeks it was a risky surgery that could cause infection, or even break my water right then and there. Instead, she recommended limited activity and progesterone suppositories. We had two very opposite opinions from two different doctors so my husband and I scheduled a 3rd opinion at another hospital for later that week. Until then I started on the progesterone and took it easy. We made it to the other doctor and she agreed that because I had no prior history and my cervix had maintained at 1.5 cm she would not do an emergency cerclage. She supported our neonatologist's recommendations so that was our plan. I would continue on the progesterone suppositories, pelvic rest, and limited activity.
Fast forward 3 weeks later.... I was sitting on my couch watching TV at the end of the day and I felt some leaking. I thought it was a side affect from the progesterone so at first I didn't think anything of it. But the leaking continued. After about an hour my husband and I went to bed and we started googling and reading the baby books and all of our answers said it was a sign of ruptured membranes so we called our doctor who said just to be sure we better come in to the hospital. So there we were at 11:00 at night checking in to the hospital. Again, all of the anxiety and worry came flooding back. the nurse checked me and lI heard her say "that's alot of fluid" she looked at me and said "I'm sorry sweetie but your water broke" they told me they were going to keep me in the hospital until midnight because then I would be 23 weeks and our baby would be considered viable. Looking back I am so thankful they kept me there until I could be checked in. So there we were moving in to the hospital room. They gave me a steroid shot for baby's lungs, and started me on antibiotics. The next morning they did an ultrasound and baby didn't seem to be in distress and I still had enough fluid. The goal was to just keep baby in as long as possible! I got a second round a steroids in that time and we hunkered down and mentally prepared to be on bedrest for several weeks. We even made a paper chain that we hung up in my room. It was a great visual and a way we could keep positive. Each day I was still pregnant made our son's chances even better.
Unfortunately, Four days later I started to not feel well. Achey all over but no fever. I was drinking water like crazy and trying to stay positive. But at about 7pm that evening I started to experience cramping and they gradually got stronger. I was contracting. They put the belt on me to monitor my contractions and baby's heart beat. I will never forget that last night of being pregnant. I remember looking down at my belly and just praying for our son. Every time I heard his heart beat it gave me hope. I could still feel him kicking me. oh how I miss those kicks! But then the fever kicked in. I'll never forget my doctor coming in and looking at me and saying "I'm sorry but you have an infection and its time to have a baby. You both are at risk if we don't deliver him." I was petrified. But I trusted my doctor and I had to stay calm for my baby so I just looked at her and said "Okay". This was happening and I had no control, but I had control over my emotions. I needed to stay as calm as I could for my son. He was in the fight of his life and I didn't need to make it harder for him. I was put on Pitocin and my contractions began to get stronger. My husband and I decided not to monitor his heart beat while I was in labor. We knew he was only 23 weeks and his chances of survival were small. If it was God's will that he come out alive then we would do everything we could to save him.
I was given pitocin to help speed up my labor and to get him out as quick as possible. So from 7-midnight I labored on my own when I finally decided to get an epidural. I was able to rest some that night. Again, I was just trying to stay calm for my baby. After being in labor all night and my poor husband watching the monitor with each contractions, I finally had the urge to push. It was about 6:15 in the morning. Of course my doctor had just left her shift. But she told my nurse she was turning around and coming back! So I was told not to push until they could get me into the operating room. Once they got me in to our room, and the nurses were getting all of the NICU gear set up for his arrival, my doctor arrived. I have never been so happy to see one person in my life! When she got there they were looking for a heartbeat after not being monitoried all night, I didn't know if we would hear one. But there it was, that steady whooshing sound. Our son was alive! She told me I could push whenever I felt ready. It took about 6 pushes and Boone Ryan Jensen was born at 23 weeks and 4 days.
Our son didn't cry. As soon as I felt him out of me I started to cry. I could finally let all my emotions out. My husband by my side the whole way, we leaned on each other and sobbed. The whole time I was pushing I kept my eyes closed, I was afraid to open them to see my son be born. I knew it was too early and I was afraid of what I would see. But I opened them up just in time for me to see my doctor passing him to a NICU doctor. They were going to get him stable. I knew he was in good hands but we didn't know what was going to happen. My husband and I still crying, I told him that "God was going to take care of him" no matter what happened God was with him. That gave us, or atleast me, alot of peace. I couldn't take care of my son and I had no control in our situation, but I knew that our God was big enough to take care of our son.....
Hello again. I am so happy that you found the blog space to tell your story. I hope to hear the rest of it soon.
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Thank you for sharing your story! Please keep us updated on you and your precious Boone.
Hello and welcome to Share. Thank you for sharing Boone's story. I am sending positive thoughts for positive progress. Please check in when you can.
Hi! I'm so glad you decided to create a blog to share Boone's story. Our stories have so many similarities in the beginning.
I hope that this space allows you to share Boone with us and find peace through the process.
Thank you all. I was reluctant at first to make this all public but it is a good way to share our story and my son's story. The first couple weeks we were in the NICU I kept a small journal but not much of one. Its been therapeutic to look back and write down our memories.
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