The Precious Lamb of God: Jaeden's Story: Busy, Busy, Busy

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Busy, Busy, Busy

My apologies to everyone who reads this on a regular basis. Things have been ridiculously hectic. So, let's see....where should I begin???

Well, Friday was a very big day for Jaeden. His two buddies, Annie and Kingston left the NICU to be with their families. It was bittersweet for us all. We are happy for them but we're missing them also. Now they are waitin on Jaeden to leave so that everyone can get together on the outside. It looks like this will be able to happen soon, considering that Friday, Dr. Navez informed us that Jaeden's pneumogram will begin 6 am Sunday, ending 6 am Monday. Once the test is reviewed and provided all goes well, The Jae Man will make his grand debut at home sometime this week. Since we received the news, there has been the mad dash to the laundromat, to Buy Buy Baby and Babies R Us trying to prepare for him to come home. Having been on bedrest and his arrival into the world 13 weeks early, left absolutely NO time to get things together. Once Jaeden was born, our priority was making sure we were at the hospital to see him and to be there for him as much as we could. Not to mention visits to potential pediatricians who for some reason have been giving us the run around. We've been running around like crazy people. I think, we are ok now. Don't quote me on that because I still feel like I am forgetting something.

BTW....I must let the world know that Daddy did put the cradle together all by himself and he did a great job. We all thank Uncle Nelson and Auntie Deborah for handing it down to us. We are most appreciative. Auntie Deborah...Thank you soooo much. It looks great. (wink...wink)

This has been my first time being able to get on the blog to do any kind of updates. My sincerest apologies.

Jaeden is great, he is still guzzling down 2 oz of milk and he weighs 5 lbs 3 oz. Things are great. So, my dear friends, please keep Jaeden in prayer. We pray he passes his pneumogram with flying colors as well as his car seat test which he will take tomorrow.

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How we got here!

It all started in December. I was sick as a dog. I had a cold, a cough that wouldn't quit and the headaches didn't stop. I remember coming home from work on a Friday feeling like crap. This was completely unrelated to the fact that I had missed my period and was wondering why. When I got home, I took a home pregnancy test but it came back negative. I was cool with that. This was already the third day I was feeling as if I were coming down with a bad cold or the flu. I go to bed Friday and stayed in the bed all day Saturday. My husband kept saying, C do you want to go to the ER. They may be able to give you some antibiotics or something. I thought I would be ok with some OTC medicine. I wake up Sunday, now I'm feeling worse. I finally take my husband's advice and we go to the ER. The doctor's asked me if I was pregnant, I said No. Remember I just took the home test two days before. OK. They said I had some type of upper respiratory infection but they could not give me anything because when they took my urine it came back positive for pregnancy. Of course, I felt like a deer caught in headlights. What do you mean, I'm pregnant? Hello, I just took a test that said Negative. Arthur and I were shocked, but happy at the same time. We discussed having a baby, but the timeline we had in mind, was a little later than this. God had different plans.

Nothing about this pregnancy was easy. Arthur and I were back and forth to the ER. There were episodes of bleeding. I remember leaving work with my sister, rushing to the ER and spending all afternoon and all night, to be told that I may not carry this baby past the first trimester. There was no heartbeat. There was the waiting game to see if a heartbeat would ever show. On another occasion, I went to the ER in my hometown, for them to tell me the same thing.

Finally, an ultrasound showed a heartbeat and we were in business. I was told I had to take it easy. That I did. In mid-March, I had the cervial cerclage placed and was placed on bedrest for a couple weeks. I went back to work and knew instantly that I was not going to be able to continue to work if I wanted to have this baby. After trying to work for two days, I went on disability. I was on bed rest with bathroom privileges for the remainder of my pregnancy. The only time I left the house was to go to the doctor and to have my ultrasounds done at the hospital. In April, there was noticeable shortening of my cervix. This continued to happen. In May, after one of my ultrasound appointments, I was put on strict bedrest in the hospital with NO bathroom privileges. Everything I had to do, had to be done while in the bed. I was away from my husband and away from my daughter. It had to be done for the safety of the pregnancy. I was given Steroid shots for the maturation of the baby's lungs. Dear mother of God, how those shots hurt. I cried each time I got them. Thank God, you only get two. Trust me that was quite enough. On Thursday June 5th at 3:00 am, my water broke, better known as Premature Rupture Of Membranes (PROM). Now there was cause for concern regarding infection. I was put on IV and given antibiotics to fight off possible infection. The next morning I was feeling down because I was worried about the continuous leaking of fluid. Worried if my baby was going to be ok. I cried and I prayed and cried and prayed. I fought to get my spirits up. But I managed to do so. Later on in the day, around 4 something, I started to feel pain. I didn't know what it was. I wasn't sure if it was contractions because the nurse said nothing was registering on the monitor. Everyone thought I was crazy. Hell, my husband did too. I knew I was feeling something and I knew the only person who would believe me was my own doctor. I made them call him and he came running. He ordered them to prep me for emergency c-section. In less than an hour, when my doctor arrived, and he checked me I was already 7 cm dialated. The mad rush began to hurry and get my baby delivered. By no means was it an easy delivery either. The surgery was difficult for me and for the doctors. But Jaeden made his debut into the world on that Friday June 6, 2008 at 28 weeks gestation. I thank God, that my husband was able to fight through Friday evening traffic and make it in time to support me and to see his son arrive. What a blessing!!! I thank my mother-in-law for being at the hospital, I thank my sister and my daughter. I thank my doctor for believing me and for acting so quickly. He said he ran five red lights. Hope you didn't get any tickets. I will end this by saying my son is truly a miracle child. It was later determined when my placenta was tested, that I suffered Placenta Abruptio. If my doctor had not believed me and he did not work as fast as he did, there would have been a different story to tell. Boy am I grateful, that my son was given a chance at life and that God did not find it robbery to bestow this awesome blessing upon my husband, and I and our family.

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