As posted on our family blog 5/14/15
It’s been almost a month now since Sugar Plum blessed us so unexpectedly. While we knew there was a higher chance for placental abruption again, we were quite hopeful we’d make it full term this time around. But I guess God figured we could handle it more than 499 other women, and I am ok with that, cause she’s doing great and God always has a plan.
As for her birth story, here goes.
Wednesday (April 15th, 2015) we went about our normal morning routine. Finished up schoolwork and lunch and were getting in the car to head to the office so I could do my part of billing. When we got to the car Sunshine mentioned her car seat wasn’t in the car. Somehow, we had forgotten to move it back from Brian’s car the night before. I told the kiddos to head on back upstairs and I called Brian to explain the situation. He said he would bring the car seat back and would see us in about 20 minutes. He arrived and decided to take Mister Man with him instead so that they could get their haircuts.
The boys left and Sunshine and I took off for the office. On a whim, I decided Sunshine had been really good (and I was craving coffee) so we would make a quick stop at the Starbucks on Douglas. We ordered and got to the window, when I noticed a strange feeling of what I assumed was a discharge. When I moved sideways to hand Sunshine her drink I felt a gush and soon figured out it was blood. I immediately headed to the hospital, which thankfully was about 2 minutes away. I tried to call Brian but it kept going to his voicemail, so I called the office and tried to talk to Grandma, but she was on the other line, so I told Travis what was going on and asked him to tell Grandma and get in touch with Brian ASAP. I then calmly explained to Sunshine that we needed to get inside and I needed her to just walk with me cause mommy needed to see a doctor. I was crying of course, so she was worried already, but she was amazing through it all!
We got into the maternity area and I told them I was gushing blood and was 29 weeks. They immediately got me walking towards a room. One nurse offered me a wheelchair and I said I was fine, but she insisted so I sat down. Sunshine walked on the side gripping my hand through the whole thing. We got to the room, undressed, and got on the bed. The nurses tried to get an IV in but my veins were not cooperating so after poking me 4+ times they finally got it in the back of my left hand. Lots of questions, monitoring and trying to find her heartbeat. It was chaotic to say the least. I tried to keep Sunshine calm and was asking her fun questions, having her look out the windows etc, while inside I am scared to death because they are having trouble finding her heartbeat. All the while, I am calling and texting Brian and getting no response.
My doctor walks in and the nurses soon take Sunshine to get a popsicle which she agrees to after I promise her I am going to be ok. My doctor checks me and I am 2cm. I am starting to have contractions but they are not awful. He explains that it was most likely another placental abruption and they are going to be going in to do a c-section immediately. As far as I know at this point, no one has gotten a hold of Brian so I text him “going in for a c-section at the hospital” or something to that effect. Come to find out his phone was not receiving calls and he felt the text come in but was in the chair getting his haircut so he figured he’d look at it when he got done, which is what he did. When he got the text he tried to call me, couldn’t get me of course, but eventually called his mom and she filled him in on the situation. He rushed to the hospital as quick as he could.
Meanwhile, I had gone into the operating room and was trying to stay as calm as I could. They had to put in the catheter before they gave me the epidural and it was oh-so-painful. Then they gave me the epidural and after the initial pain it was much better. I tried to stay focused on prayer while they did the surgery and truthfully the calmest moments were when I could do that, but I definitely had some moments when I was freaking out a bit. However, my doctor and the nurses then and later were telling me how well I handled the situation. They were amazed at how calm I was through it all. I am still not sure how I handled it so well, cause inside I was a basketcase.
They kept updating me throughout the surgery and then I heard Sugar Plum cry for a quick moment after they resuscitated her. Her apgars were very low immediately but they quickly jumped back up. The doctor (Dr. Claflin) who took care of Mister Man in the NICU was actually helping the RN’s with everything via skype or something similar. As soon as she was breathing again they did their thing and then let me see her for a quick second before she was rushed to the NICU.
I was still in recovery when Brian arrived. Of course I sent him to the NICU to check on Sugar Plum because there was nothing he could do for me at that time. He went back and forth and brought me updates and pictures each time. Soon, I was told she needed to be transported to St. Lukes on the Plaza for their higher level NICU. I had been settled into a room soon after and with family around they brought Sugar Plum by to see me before she had to leave. It was so hard to watch them wheel her out and know that she would be 30 min from where I was.
Brian followed the transport to the plaza and stayed there until late that evening. Then he went home, got some clothes and toiletries and headed back to St Lukes East to spend the night with me. It was a long night of worry, pumping and not being comfortable enough to sleep. I think we both got about an hour that first night.
The next day Brian got up and headed to the plaza to see how Sugar Plum was doing, while I stayed at East and waited for them to give me a pass to go see her. That afternoon, they let me escape and go to the plaza to see Sugar Plum with the strict instructions that I could not be walking/standing for long periods of time and that we would only stay a few hours. We abided by the no walking and standing but we probably stayed longer than they would have liked. In fact they didn’t give me any pain pills to take with me so I was supposed to get back to get another round of those, but since I was in the system at both hospitals the nurses and pharmacist found a way to get me a dose while I was there so I could stay a little longer with my baby girl.
It was great to see her even if it was only for a short time.
The next day, however, I was released early so I could be with Sugar Plum. We got to spend the whole afternoon with her, hold her and then headed home to get a good nights rest (if you call waking every few hours to a pump a good nights rest).
We’ve been back and forth to the hospital everyday now and thankfully we’ve had a ton of wonderful family and friends helping out. It’s been hard to balance everything but I think we have a pretty good system going on now. We are able to spend time with Sugar Plum, spend time with the other kiddos, and still have family time between the rushing to practices and games. It’s a good thing I enjoy being busy!
The first few weeks they had a ban on kids under 18 coming into the NICU because of a bad flu that was going around the area. This meant is was a few weeks before Sunshine and Mister Man got to meet their baby sister (aside from the few minutes before she was transported). It was such a beautiful moment when they saw her for the first time. The kiddos have even gotten to spend some time with Sugar Plum as well. It’s been nice to be able to have our family together.
We have been so very humbled by the people who have offered to watch Sunshine and Mister Man. Those that have taken them for a day(s) or just a few hours. And those who have brought food over, sent gift cards and just gone out of their way to make sure we were doing ok. It is so amazing how people will help those in need, without needing to be asked. We are very blessed to have such wonderful family and friends in our life. Thank you for everything!
And all of you who are praying, we really appreciate the thoughts and prayers. We’ve even had people tell us they had people who had never met us praying for us, and there are people in our church we had never met that have come up and told us they were praying for us as well. Prayers move mountains. I am a firm believer that she is doing so well because of your prayers. We still have a lot of hurdles to overcome so please keep praying. Thank you!