It started off as a beautiful weekend day with my husband, son, and niece. I was 32 weeks pregnant. We were out and about that afternoon, and were returning home to rest. It was about 1 pm and we where a few blocks away from our house. Stopped behind a car who was making a legal turn, we where hit by another vehicle from behind.
It was a fender bender, nothing more than a scratch on the bumper. I called my doctor immediately and informed the Dr. on call about the incident. Because there was no mager damage to the vechicle and my baby was still very active, I felt fine and haven’t been hurt, besides the jolt from the hit, everything seemed fine, so no police where sent out. The Dr. and I both felt that I could monitor the baby from home.
Information was exchanged and a police report was filed. I felt fine for the next four hours and my Alli continued to be as active as any other day.
Around 5 I began to feel extremely exhausted and felt a small pain that came and went quickly. I figured it was a Braxton and decided to get some rest. My brother had already picked up my niece and my husband was looking out after our 2 year old son. I took a nap just a little over 2 hours on the couch.
When I awoke to a discomfort in my stomach. I got up and went straight to the restroom. When I was using it I felt another sharp pain, again asuming it was a Braxton. I finished up and got out. At this time my husband started a bath for my son. We were invited to dinner and I told my husband I might stay behind because the discomfort and sharp pains where getting stronger and I felt I needed to stay home, take it easy and get rest. As to not stress the baby out more.
In the middle of my sons bath, I began to feel unbearable pain. I felt a gush realized it was blood. I quickly cried out to my husband and he pulled my son out of the tub got him dressed and we began the long drive to the hospital.
The pain increased as we drove, the pain come quicker and quicker. I felt more gushes.
Fear ran through my whole body. I didn’t know what would happen. Would I ever meet my baby girl. How could this happen. I just wanted it to stop. I wasn’t ready for her to come, she needed more time to grow, to get stronger for the outside world. All I wanted was for my baby to be ok. To be safe. To live.
We finally arrived at to the emergency room. I was in pain. My husband did all the talking as I crouched near the wall shrieking of agony. My son knew something was wrong and my husband quickly got on the phone and called a family members to come picked up. But In the mean time he remained with us.
They took us back into a room and began to hook me up to the monitors. The contractions where coming minutes apart by then. And the gushing continued becoming heavier.
The Drs in the ER did everything they could to slow down the contractions. They wanted to try and keep they baby in the womb as long as possible.
But when they did an ultra sound, the found that I had suffered a placental tear. In all the gushing of blood my water had also broke and there was no longer any fluid left for baby. They needed to get her out.
I was transferred to labor and delivery. I was so afraid. I couldn’t believe that they where unable to stop the delivery. Was my baby going to be ok? I continued to lose more and more blood and all they told me was that the NICU was ready for her.
Every time a nurse came in I questioned her. I could hear the monitor and my baby’s heartbeat but I needed reassurance. I didn’t know anything about premature birth. I didn’t know what it meant for us. Would I be able to holdher, even just for a moment. There was so much blood that I just didn’t know. The whole had family had arrived, expecting the worst. Finally my beautiful Allison Rose was born weighing just 4lbs. But I didn’t get to see her as she was rushed to the NICU Drs immediately. I had no idea if she was breathing.
My husband followed our baby girl as they finished up with me. I stayed there for more than 2 hours not knowing a thing. I still hadn’t been able to hold her, see her, kiss her. I didn’t hear her cry and I hadn’t seen my husband yet. I didn’t want to, I wanted him to stay with her, for her to have at least one of us there with her. I didn’t want her to go alone with strangers.
They finally came back and told me I could see my Alli. I was so excited. She was in the incubator, so I wasn’t able to to hold her or touch her yet. She was already hooked up to all the monitors and the feeding tube had already been inserted.
But she was breathing and she was fighting. And for the first time I felt hope. I was so greatful for all the NICU Drs and their wonderful work. They where our angels.
3 days later I was released from the hospital. I stayed as late as I could watching my baby. But it came time to go home. I said my goodbyes and headed out. Empty handed, with no baby, no belly, just a bag full of stuff. Stuff that I didn’t care for.
It was hard for me as walked out of the hospital, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t hold them back. It hurt so much to leave her there. For 18 days, I visited my child in the NICU. Each day away from her I held the phone close by, fearing that we would get that call. That worst had happened. But she was a fighter. And we finally got to bring her home.
Today she is 3, striving and so intelligent. I’m a so greatful for my baby girl. I am also greatful for the NICU team. They helped me learned so much and took wonderful care of my baby. My miracle.
I remember how hard it was leaving the hospital without my baby. so glad to hear your baby is 3 and striving. NICU teams are angels in disguise. Nicki
Hi there, welcome to Share and glad you found us. I do remember that feeling, I'll never forget it. Leaving the hospital without your newborn is an emotion that sticks with you for a lifetime. Thank you for sharing your story. So glad your sweet Alli is doing so well!!
Awww I can imagine how you felt , my daughter was born at 29 weeks there was an infection in ny fluid.Sophia was born on 11/17 she was 3 lbs 5 oz she was due on 1/31/12 .she was in the Nicu for 37 days we got to take her home on Christmas Eve. She is a happy healthy almost 7 year old .
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