It has been 11 months since I updated the blog. I feel bad. I haven't documented the story like I want, but here it goes.....
My last post was of my little belly and we were at 26 weeks pregnant. I was having a great pregnancy and was so excited to meet Taron Christine at the end of February. But I woke up on December 3 and had blurry vision in my eye. I didn't feel really great so I call the OB and told them I was being a hypochondriac but still felt I should call. So at 10:40 I went in to see the on call doctor and to my surprise, I was a VERY sick woman. My blood pressure was 212/119. I was on the verge of a stroke or a seizure. I was taken across the street to the hospital and admitted. I of course called Brandon who was 2 hours away and told him to come home and my mom. But, as fate may have had it, my brother Bryan and his wife Monica were blessed with a bundle of joy on December 2, 2010....Miss Sophia and as I walked out of the elevator to the Labor and Delivery floor I see my brother on the phone with my Mom giving him an update. And I must say, I would have never gotten through it without him. He was my rock, my best friend and the best brother in the world. God's hand was working in great ways that day. So I was admitted, put on horrible drugs, seen my a Perinatologist, the Neonatologist came in and so did my OB. Blood work was started and the first thought was to keep me in the hospital until I was 37 weeks...um 10 weeks in the hospital, okay, but everything changed when my blood work came back. I had HELLP syndrome. My liver enzymes were a mess and my blood platelet count was VERY low. The baby had to be delivered and it had to be ASAP. Brandon, Mom and Pastor had all made it to the hospital by this point, the decision was made that Taron would be delivered by emergency c-section as soon as they could to save us both and I was wheeled away after an amazing blessing and prayer by Pastor and a stern comment from me to him the if he needed to Baptise Taron, he was to do it. I never though we would lose her, but I wanted him to be prepared if need be! So at 3:30 pm on December 3, 2010 a beautiful baby girl weighing 2 pounds 2 ounce was brought into this world by Dr. Gilbert and Dr. Nielsen and was taken by Dr. Castro to the NICU. The C-section was not fun. I was very sick and very drugged for the entire thing but just remember telling Brandon to go be with Taron. He was with Taron in the NICU and took the first picture of her. She was SO tiny, but strong. He came back to recovery and was with me there for some time and would jump back and forth between the two of us. I finally got back to my room about 5:30 Friday night and didn't sleep well. Saturday arrived, I was still on horrible meds but got to eat. Food was awesome, even hospital food. I still had not been able to meet Taron, but Brandon was giving me updates and Dr. Castro came to up date me as well. She did great and breathed on her own for 15 hours before then had to intibate her to give her meds for her longs to develop. Finally late Saturday afternoon I was wheeled upstairs to see our miracle. I still can't believe all of this happened, but God has a plan and MANY good things have come from all of this tragedy. So that is the first two days of her life. She started out as a fighter and won the battle. Next post, the first 7 weeks of her life.....at the SVMH NICU.
