It was three weeks before Christmas. My period was late but I wasn't concerned because it's often late. I knew I couldn't be pregnant. I didn't take clomid this time. I know the signs and I was having them. I could not believe after I took the test that I was starring at two lines! I was surprised and shocked! Happy, too!
I had no problems getting pregnant with my first baby, Ashley. After that I could not get pregnant. I must have kept the company that sold pregnancy tests in business. Finally after Ashley turned seven years old we tried clomid. It worked and a year later it worked again! I had three beautiful little girls.
It was Sarah's first Christmas. Sarah was eight months old and here I was pregnant again. Melissa was only two and a half. Ashley was 10 years old. My first thought was, "Oh well, maybe this time it will be a boy."
This pregnancy was different from the rest. With my other girls when I did get pregnant I had no problems. The only problem I had was, I passed my due date up each time and I begged the doctor to induce me. They even broke my water.
Around New Years I started to spot. I was so worried because I loved this baby already. I went in to the doctor and he checked everything and said it looked OK. He told me to take it easy. I didn't spot again until February. I was 17 weeks than. I spent that night in the emergency room. They called it a threatened miscarriage. The doctor said there was not much that they could do. I had to go home and stay off my feet for a week. My Mom helped me out and watched my girls. After that I never spotted again!
A few weeks later I had an amino. I would never do that again. I was 37 and they recommend it. The first time the doctor said to come back in a week because on the ultrasound it showed not enough amniotic fluid to perform it. A week later he performed it and had to stick me three times. I was a nervous wreck. I did fine and four weeks later I found out I was having another healthy little girl.
Hannah was due August 22, 2000 and everything was going great. In April we went to Disney World. We had the whole summer planned!
On May 17th I was baby-sitting my friend's baby while she was driving children to school on the school bus. I was making breakfast for the kids and I felt this warm gush. I called and told her boss to have my friend get to my house as soon as she could after her route. I called the doctor and he said to get to the hospital as soon as possible. My friend's mom came right away instead. I was going to take my girls with me and she said no go now. She wanted me to go to the nearest hospital. I didn't want to because it was a very small hospital. I didn't like it. I wanted to go to where my doctor was. I drove myself to the hospital, which was 45 minutes away. I still can't believe I did that.
I was crying all the way and praying that my baby would be OK. I started to feel guilty because I wanted a boy. When I got there I had to stand there for about five minutes and give all the information for insurance reasons. When the doctor came in he said I was dilated to three or four. I was going to be transferred to Rush Presbyterian Hospital in Chicago. I was only 26 weeks. I asked the doctor if my baby had a chance. He said they had a baby in the nursery that was born at 26 weeks and was doing fine. I knew I had to get a hold of my husband right away. He was a truck driver and usually around 100 - 500 miles away. That day he wasn't.
They put an IV in and gave me medication to stop labor. They also gave me a cortisone injection for the baby's lungs to develop. My doctor explained that when the ambulance comes, they would evaluate and see if they where going to transfer me. He thought I might deliver her now and if so, Hannah would have to be transferred. We would be at two different hospitals! They did get me stable enough to transfer to Rush.
When I got to Rush Presbyterian Hospital, my husband and mom were there. The doctors said that once your water breaks and you're dilated to three, it's hard to stop the contractions. Most of the time when that happens you will deliver within 24 hours. There are only about 20% that can hold off for a week, and a few who can go a month or longer.
The baby was in breech position. They said I would have to be on bed rest and on the monitor until I delivered. Concerns were also infection or the chance of the umbilical cord coming out.
The next day my contractions stopped. I was happy for every day that I could stay pregnant with my baby. I was so scared. They said that every day made a difference for the baby. The neonatal doctor said my baby, if born now, would have a 60 to 70 percent survival rate. If she did survive, a 40 percent chance of being blind, having cerebral palsy, and on and on... or dying. I was by myself when she told me this. I just started crying and hoping she would survive. I prayed to God to please not take her from us. I would be there for her, no matter what problems she has. I just wanted her to live.
The next day I was able to see my other girls and I was still pregnant! After I was there about five days they put me in another section of the maternity ward. I was out of the intensive care part! They said I was coming along very well. I had a different set of doctors every day. One doctor said to still stay in bed and don't get up because it's rare but the baby's umbilical cord can come out. Later on that day a different doctor said I could get up just to use the bathroom and get a shower. I could also have a wheelchair and my husband and I could go on a walk. I told her what the other doctor said and she said all doctors have their own options on this. I decided to play it safe and listen to the first doctor, even though I was dreaming of a shower and not a bed bath.
The next morning I was there for a whole week, and I beat the odds! A third doctor came in and said I could do what I wanted, and if I wanted to get up to go to the bathroom, I could. He said I might even go to month and still be pregnant. IF the umbilical cord was going to prolapse it would happen no matter if I was in bed or not and it would be uncomfortable to stay in bed that long. I then decided to finally listen and hope that it was OK to get up. I got a shower and oh, did it feel good! No more bed pans. I was able to sit in a chair for a little bit.
At 8:45 PM my family left to go home. They had a two hour drive. I talked on the phone for 15 minutes to my brother and sister. I decided I was tired and went to the bathroom and wanted to go to bed. I got up and I about died when I saw the baby's umbilical cord hanging down my legs. I screamed and pulled the emergency plug, and the nurses came so fast. All I remember is I kept screaming please save my baby. I thought she died or was dying. Those nurses ran down the hall and I could remember all theses lights. I kept on telling them to put me out because it was an emergency c-section. I told them to please just get the baby out now. Those doctors and nurses were the best. They saved my little baby girl Hannah Sue! At nine it happened and at 9:07 she was born.
I kept thinking that maybe I should not have gotten out of bed, but maybe what saved her is that I caught the cord when I saw it. If I was in bed, maybe I would not have felt it. I have no idea but what I do know is they saved my baby!
Hannah was born weighing two pounds six ounces. They said she was doing better than they expected. She was so tiny, but big for 27 weeks. It was very scary everyday. It was like we were on a roller coaster. One day they said she was doing fine. The next day they said to enjoy her and to remember babies like Hannah may get sick and not make it. We were real lucky with Hannah. She had the typical problems preemies have. Hannah was on the ventilator for a day. After that they kept her on CPAP for a day. She did so well they took her off and put her on canal oxygen. After she was a week old she had lots of apnea and bradycardia. So she took a step backward and went on CPAP again. Hannah ended up being on CPAP for another three weeks. I was so happy when they told me she could go back on the canal. Yes, she did well this time. She was on canal for a month.
I will never forget the first time I held her. Hannah was three days old. I was going home that day. I kangarooed her. I will never forget how she opened her eyes and looked right at me. Her stats went up to 100. I was so happy I started crying. I didn't want to leave. When the nurse put her back in the incubator she cried this tiny little cry. I knew I had to go home and see my other little girls. I missed them so much. I felt like I wanted to be in two different places at one time.
I remember thinking that Hannah was going to be fine and try not to worry so much. One day she was not doing very well and that was the day I stayed home with my other girls. When I called they said she might have pneumonia. I wanted to jump in my car and drive two hours to see her. I called again and they said her kidney might not be functioning well. They sent a specialist to see her. That's when she had her first blood transfusion. I ended up going to the hospital and spent the night kangarooing her. I even held her when they gave her the blood transfusion. She ended up having three blood transfusions. I still worry about that.
I was amazed when Hannah was two weeks old and they let me nurse her. I had to pump first so she would not choke. She sucked when they put her on. It was only a drop. I squeezed my breast and her little mouth started moving. That was the first time she tasted anything. It was worth pumping every three hours around the clock.
She was in the hospital for two months. I am so thankful for all the doctors and nurses that helped Hannah. I would recommend anyone to Rush Presbyterian Hospital in Chicago. They're the best.
Hannah is doing fine. She turned a year on May 24th. She is 17 pounds now! She is crawling all over and is such a good baby. She is a little behind but not that far. She had tubes in her ears because of fluid, but she can hear perfectly now. She may have asthma but all and all she is a miracle baby who overcame the odds. Hannah has big blue eyes and the biggest dimple when she smiles. We all love her so much. Hannah's sisters just love to play with her. I am so happy she is a girl! I would not trade her for the world. I guess my boy will be a grandson in the future!