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My oldest is ten today.
Ten years ago this morning, I was sitting on the couch, wondering whether or not to call the OB's office. I hadn't felt J moving much in the last couple days. That seemed to fit in with what the OB said would happen toward the end of the pregnancy. Heaven knows there wasn't much room anymore. So I waited. And debated with myself about whether or not I should call. Finally, I did, and was instructed to come down to the hospital for a BPP.
The sonogram lady was not encouraging. I desperately wanted her to tell me something--he's alive, he's going to be okay, something! But all she could do was shake her head and tell me the doctor would tell me the results of the BPP. The results were bad. He wasn't moving. We went in for an energency c-section.
No first-time mom wants this kind of delivery. Few consider it thoroughly or prepare themselves for the eventuality. I didn't. A whirlwind of flurried activity later, a baby boy was born to us. He was immediately whisked away to the NICU, and we were instructed, about 12 hours later, to prepare ourselves to say goodbye to him due to some complications. The neonatologist had one more last-ditch effort to try, but our son was expected to die. A few hours later, we were informed that J had made a turnaround. God had spared our son!
He is 10 today. And I am very thankful to have him. |
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