Ash's Story
by Rebecca Lewis
Ash at 30 months (almost 3yrs old) It was my first pregnancy and I was so happy to know we were having a boy. The first couple months were great. No sickness at all. Around 26 or 27 weeks I noticed I was swelling a lot! So I went to the doctor and they ran some test. Everything came back normal so I went home. A week later I went to my monthly check up and that is when my world came crashing down. They took my blood pressure and it was 178/110, NOT GOOD! I had preeclampsia. My doctor immediately sent me to the hospital. I checked in and made all my calls, to my husband and my mom and so forth and then just waited. They came in and told me that they needed to put a catheter in my and an IV and that I would be here for at least over the weekend and then if they could get everything under control I would go home on bed rest. Well the weekend wend by and by Monday I seemed to be doing a little better so they took the catheter out and let me take a shower. That evening I started having trouble breathing. It felt like I had a huge bolder on my chest. The nurses and doctors were rushing in and out of my room. They were doing all kinds of test and x-rays. It all went by so fast. The next thing I remember is the nurse telling me that they were going to take the baby but they wanted to wit till the morning so there would be more staff in the NICU. All I could think of was no, no, it is way too soon! I was instantly sick, throwing up. They next thing I know the doctor comes in my room and tosses my husband a pair of scrubs and says we need to go now, she wont make it till morning and we were off to the O.R. I had to have an emergency C-section because I was going into cardiac and respiratory failure. I don’t remember much after they took me into the O.R. I was put in the ICU for the days and they were the hardest three days of my life because my son who was born at 2 lbs 3 oz was in the NICU fighting to survive and I couldn’t see him till I was stable. On the 4th day in the ICU they moved me to a regular room out the ICU at 4 am in the morning. I could wait to call my husband who I made go home to get some rest. I waited as long as I could and at 7 am I called him and said “get here now, I want to see him” He got there as soon as he could but it seemed like hours. The first time I saw him I broke town and cried for the first time. He was so small and I wasn’t expecting him to be so little. All I could do was let him wrap his little hand around my finger. After I was release from the hospital I came everyday to visit him. There wasn’t a day that I wasn’t there with him. Every week was a milestone and every week he got bigger and healthier. He was supposed to be in the NICU for 10 week and at week 6 he started pulling his feeding tube out and so they tried to bottle feed him and it was a success. He got to come home 3 days latter. He is now my 30 plus lb. Angle. He will be 3 years old next month and I can still remember that little hand wrapped around my finger and the thought of not knowing if he would make it to the next day. God gave us this little miracle and with God’s grace he is a healthy little boy. I did a lot of praying those 6 weeks and I don’t think he would be here with us today if it wasn’t for all the prayers. Go has a plan for all of us and I believe my son is a miracle and he will do great things in this world and after.
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