On October 16, 2018, I went to work like any other day. I was 34 weeks pregnant awaiting the arrival of my baby boy. My husband and I tried for several years to get pregnant with no luck, even though there were no fertility issues, so when I found out I was pregnant, I honestly didn't believe it, after seeing negative on tests time and time again. My pregnancy started out rough, at 8 weeks and 3 days I experienced major bleeding and had a subcorhonic hemorrhage and had to be put on bed rest and then 2 weeks after had another bout with it and had to be put on bed rest. Other than that I had a pretty easy pregnancy. I had the usually discomfort and swelling but that was the extent. Then on October 16, 2018 while sitting at work I felt a huge gush and apparently my water broke. This was my first child so I didn't think it was my water, I thought it was just maybe me peeing myself ha-ha. I called my OBGYN and the nurse directed me to go up to Labor and Delivery just to be checked out, still no panic to me. My thought was just maybe bed rest but never thought I was in actual labor. My doctor was on call and examined and in fact I was in labor and my water did break. I was 3 cm dilated and was told I wasn't leaving the hospital. Over the next 48 hours I was given steroid shots to help my little guys lungs and put on a magnesium drip ( PURE TORTURE) to keep in him. After the 2nd day when the drip was complete it was up to him. If I went into full blown labor they weren't going to stop it and if I didn't have him by that Friday the 19th, I would be induced to prevent infection since my water broke. It was then I was told he would be in the NICU for some time and I still didn't panic, looking back I think it was just so much I didn't comprehend what was going on around me. The morning of October 18, I woke up around 6 with my husband sleeping in the chair/bed and I started organizing and cleaning up everything around me and I found myself texting my mother telling her I think he would be coming today. Boy, was I right. I slept on and off most of the day waking up to contractions. Then around 3 pm I would say I start experiencing such pain, my nurse told me it was to early for any pain medication.... but I knew I was further along then they thought. I felt another gush and my mom ran got the nurse manager who got the doctor. He checked me and apparently I was ready to push. I started pushing at 3:42 and my little boy was born 10 min later weighing a whopping 6lbs 6 oz. I was so grateful because I was told he probably would be only 4 lbs. They whisked him away got him settled and I was able to hold for maybe 2 minutes before he was taken right to the NICU. That is when it all hit me, my baby was in the NICU. I had to wait a full hour before seeing him, it was terrible, this boy who I carried with me for 7 1/2 months was now in another part of the hospital without me getting hooked up to monitors poked with needles and getting oxygen up his nose, it was gut wrenching. When I finally got to be with him I just had to look at him because he was all set up. I just wanted to kiss and love on him and tell him it would be okay. That started the 15 days of what I call a rollercoaster of emotions. Each day I would leave the hospital without my baby and wake up at home without him. I would spend hours just holding him and looking at him until finally the evening would come and the nurses would basically tell me to leave and get sleep, but how do you get sleep when your child is being cared for by someone other than his mother. I was very blessed he didn't have many issues other than he didn't eat much at first and had to be given a feeding tube. He also had to be given caffeine to help his brain to remember to breathe which scared the crap out of me. Those 15 days seemed like 6 months and it was an experience I never expected. I envisioned my child being home with his mommy and daddy. I will forever be grateful to the nurses who took care of him and honestly made me feel that much better when I wasn't with him. They kept me updated throughout the night and never got annoyed when I would call and see how he was. My Colton is now 6 months old and is growing everyday. He will never remember the days of being in the NICU like I will and that is honestly the greatest feeling. That is why I walk for every baby like Colton and every mother like me whose birth plan didn't go the way they wanted.
Hello and Welcome! Thank you so much for sharing your amazing NICU grad with us! I don't think anyone is every prepared for the NICU experience and all of the trauma it causes. I am so glad Colton is doing well! Thank you for walking with the March For Babies!
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