Thursday, August 23rd 2018, 2:30 on. 6 months pregnant. (27 weeks)
I was working at the daycare close to my house. Suddently, I started having really horrible pains in my stomach and I couldn’t stop crying. I called my doctor and spoke to one of her nurses and told her what I was feeling and she told me they were just Braxton Hicks contractions and I should be fine. Five minutes later they started to get worse and we’re about 10 minutes apart. I couldn’t take it anymore so I left work early and went home. My boyfriend, Nicholas, tucked me into bed, put a warming pack on my back, some cold water on my forehead and tried his best to tell me I was okay but my gut was telling me otherwise. I then decided to just call the doctor one more time because now they were about 5 minutes apart.
When I called this time she told me I needed to come in immediately because they shouldn’t be painful. We hurried up, got in the car and drove 40 minutes to the hospital. We went in through the ER, they checked me in and wheeled me up to the third floor into a small room.
I was 5 cm dialated. I was then hooked up to a few machines and they gave me magnesium sulfate to help stop the contractions. They stopped for about a half hour, then came back a million times more painful and about 3 minutes apart.
10 cm dialated.
We were rushed into an actual delivery room. I was stripped down, legs in the air for all of the 16 nurses to see, including the nicu doctors. Everyone was trying to tell me what the nicu was and give me all sorts of information but all I could think was that my baby was going to die. Thankfully all of the nurses were super kind, the oncall doctor however, was not kind at all.
They broke my water and there was no time for an epidural or anything.
There I was, crying, screaming, scared, sweating, cold, hot, feeling faint, feeling like I was going to puke and being told to hold my contractions in. They oncall doctor proceeded to put her hands in front of me and tried to keep our baby inside. I heard Nicholas scream, “I can see his head” then I felt the big contraction and out he flew like a cannon.
4:56am. August 24th, 2018.
Our sweet baby boy was born. Jagger Jaden Krasavage.
2lb 15oz. 15 inches long.
He had and still haves very premature lungs. Our nicu journey had a lot of downs but some ups as well. And on the 82nd day, our baby got to come home! Although he is home on oxygen, we are just so relieved that he is home. This journey has and is definitely scary but the fight our sweet boy has in him, is more than anything i’ve ever seen. He is so tough and continues to over come obstacles everyday and I couldn’t imagine this experience any other way!
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