Friday, August 3, 2012
Dear Cora,
The story
of the day you were born is a hard story for me to write. I wish I could write
something that was filled only with joy, expectation, and love. Those things
are all part of your story. But your birth wasn’t only a day of joy, it was
also one of the scariest days of my life because I was afraid that I would lose
you. Even now, 16 months later, its hard for me to admit that.
The night
before you were born, our lives seemed so very normal. Looking back, its bizaar
to me that there were no warnings. I went to a meeting at church, came home,
and tried to sleep. I woke up a few times that night with what I thought were
gas pains. I had experienced that before while I was pregnant so I thought it
was normal. By the morning when the gas pains had not gone away, I decided to
call the midwives just to make sure things were ok. They made me an appointment
for 10:30 that morning. I sent your dad to work and called to make sure your
Maw Maw knew I was going in. The whole time I kept reassuring everyone, including
myself, that it was not big deal, I was just being extra cautious.
I sat in
the waiting room for about 20 minutes before I got to see Theodora, one of the
midwives. She hooked me up to a monitor and it quickly became clear that I
wasn’t have gas pains, I was having real contractions. So she made arrangements
for me to be sent across the street to the hospital where they would stop the
contractions. I want you to know that at this point, no one had any idea that
you would be born a few hours later. I called your dad and asked him to come up
to the hospital to wait with me. He called your Maw Maw for me. The walk from
the midwives’ office to the hospital takes about 5 minutes. That’s how long it
took for me to go from “we will stop the contractions and send you home on
bedrest” to “we need to get some consults in here now!” I was checked into a
room at St. Lukes and things began to get scary quickly.
I was
hooked up to several monitors and given an IV. Nurses, the midwives, and an OB
who I had never seen before kept coming in the room to check me and then
walking out for a hushed conversation. The OB examined me quickly, moved to
where I could see him and said “we are taking this baby now, we cannot wait.”
It was immediately like the world had stopped. I just stared at him thinking
that he must be wrong. I was only 27 weeks pregnant. I knew you were not ready
for the world yet. But ready or not, you were coming. Your dad walked in the
room just after that moment, I was so glad to see him. He was so scared but he
tried hard to take care of us instead of himself. The nurses gave him some blue
scrubs and wheeled me out of the room to prep me for surgery. He called your
Maw Maw, who was on her way to Austin for work, to tell her what was happening.
She immediately started calling every single person she could think of. She
asked them all to pray for you, and sweet girl I know it made a difference.
Then your dad signed a stack of papers-maybe the only time in his life your
father signed documents without reading them carefully. I learned all of this
later.
I was
wheeled into an operating room, moved to a surgical table and given an
epidural. After the medicine had started working, your dad was brought into the
room and the surgery began. I don’t remember much of the surgery. I was just so
scared. You did not cry when you were born. The doctors took you quickly and
began to work on you. They helped you breathe with a ventilator, gave you IVs
for medication, and wrapped you in saran wrap to help keep you warm. At some
point in the middle of all this, Dawn, the midwife who was with us, came to
tell me that you were a girl. I remember whispering “her name is Cora.” It was
really important to me that you had a name right away, that all the doctors and
nurses working on you knew your name. Soon they called your dad over to meet
you while I lay on the table still.
Your dad
came back to tell me that you were beautiful. There were tears in his eyes when
he returned and I knew he was scared. He told me again and again how precious
you were. The TCH team was ready to move you to the NICU. They stopped on their
way out to give me a minute to meet you before taking you away. I remember
touching your itty bitty hand. You were the tiniest thing I’ve ever see. And
the most beautiful. I already loved you but in that moment I knew I loved you
more than anything else in the world. And I was terrified that something would
happen to take you away.
The next
few hours are pretty blurry for me. Your Papoo, PePaw, Pastor Kerry, and Beth
were the first people to get to the hospital. The rest of your grandparents
quickly followed. I remember calling your uncles to tell them that you were here,
how beautiful you were, and how tiny. Your dad came back to tell me that you
were doing well and settled into your new home in bed A8 of the Purple Pod. He
took your grandparents to meet you and they all came to tell me how amazing you
were.
Later I
learned that when you dad took you to the NICU, the nurses asked him if you had
a name and he said “I think its Cora, that’s what her mom said.” He was so
overwhelmed. But the nurses made you a special name plate for your isolette.
It was
after midnight before I was allowed to see you. I fought hard to be with you my
sweet girl. It was all I could think about. So as soon as I was able, your dad
pushed my wheelchair to your bedside and I was able to really see you for the
first time. You were black and blue, covered in tubes and wire, but already so
beautiful and so very strong. You had amazed the doctors already. Within hours
of your birth, you were able to breathe well enough on your own to have the
ventilator removed. I never saw you with that machine breathing for you. By the
time I saw you, you had a CPAP hat and mask helping you breathe but you were
fighting to do it yourself. I would learn quickly how determined you were. I
truly believe your inner strength helped save your life.
Cora, the
day you were born was such a scary, emotional day for me. It will always have
those memories. But it was also the day I learned that it is possible to love
someone more than you love yourself. I learned that watching your baby fight to
live can inspire the kind of love that doesn’t have words. I learned that a
tiny 2lb 10oz baby can move people around the world to prayer. And I knew that
you would bring more joy and more love to our lives than I ever thought
possible. On that day I knew that in making me your mom, God had changed my
life forever.
Labels:
birth story,
c-section,
CPAP,
epidural,
midwifery
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