I started feeling sick about two weeks before my wedding, but everyone kept telling me that it was nerves. After a honeymoon trip to Taos, New Mexico (which I might add, I spent most of the time in the bathroom), I came home and confirmed what I already knew; we were going to have a baby. After we overcame our shock and surprise, we were very excited!!! We found a doctor that we absolutely loved and the next week had a sonogram. I was 12 weeks along (!!). We figured between 6-8.
I had a pretty uneventful pregnancy until about 26 weeks, when I went into premature labor. I was sent by ambulance to the nearest hospital with a neonatal unit, just in case. But, luckily nothing happened. I was given steroids to help the baby's lungs develop faster, and I was sent home just in time for Christmas with strict orders to stay off my feet. I was hospitalized again at 31 weeks with contractions, was given steroids again and put on total bedrest. We also had to start going to the doctor once, sometimes twice a week because my blood pressure was high, and I had protein in my urine.
Well, I made it to my due date (March 24), and the doctor decided to induce on April 3. I went to the hospital at 4:00 pm to have a pill inserted into my cervix to help it dilate. I was instructed to come back at 10 to be checked. We went shopping and ate a little dinner. Everyone else was joking around, and I was extremely uncomfortable with mild contractions and just feeling yucky!! We went back at 10, and I was at 2 cm. We settled in at the hospital hoping things would move fast, but by the next morning the contractions had wavered off and they decided to start me on "The Pit." I was hooked up to the monitor and the nurse stayed right by my side while the drugs were given. Thirty minutes into the drip, the nurse jumped out of her chair and told me to roll over by my side. She yelled for the other nurse and told her to call the doctor STAT!! I ask what was wrong, and she told me that the baby's heartbeat had dropped.
I became hysterical and began to hyperventilate. I was given oxygen and what seemed like minutes, my doctor came running into the room. I was already being prepped for an emergency c-section before he even gave the orders. The room was full of people and all I could think of was "Please God, not my baby."
My husband never left my side even as we were running down the hall to surgery. I was knocked completely out, and my husband was not allowed in the OR. We went into surgery at 8:45 and Jacob Michael Bruckner was born at 9:08 am with the cord wrapped around his neck and looped around his butt. His Apgar score was a 5 at birth, but 2 minutes later after he was put on oxygen, it was up to a 9.
I thank God every day for the wonderful nurses and our doctor. Jacob weighed 7 lbs 9.4 oz and was 20 1/2 inches long. I was back in my room before I got to see him, and I kept bugging Danny to go get him!! FINALLY, they brought me my baby. The only regret that I have is that I didn't get to see him the moment he was born. I would do it all over again if I had to.
Today, Jacob is a healthy, happy four month old. He weighs 15 lbs (!!!) and is the joy of our life. We have truly been blessed.