My Little Preemie

I had my daughter 3 months early. One night I was laying in bed trying to sleep and I had to use the bathroom. I got up and went to the bathroom and stumbled back to bed, my husband asked me if I wet the bed, I went off and said "of course not did you wet the bed" he told me the bed was wet and I told him that I did not wet the bed, but then I began feeling a little wet between my legs and I got up and water started running down my legs. I went to the bathroom and water started pouring out of me. I went back to the bedroom and told him we had to get to the hospital because I was leaking water. We got to the hospital and we live in a small town, I asked the nurse what would happen. She told me that either I would stay there until the baby was born or I would be life flighted to Dallas. My doctor got there and told me not to worry about anything that the baby was already head down and that I would be life flighted to Dallas. My husband and I both cried and my doctor told us not to worry. They got me in the helicopter and for the next 4 days I was on complete bedrest and all alone. My husband was two hours away. They finally let me get up on Sunday and my husband came and brought me a bunch of stuff, and combed my hair for me since I had to stay in bed all day. I took a shower and shaved and felt really good. Then he left after a few hours and I was alone again. The next morning after breakfast as I was deciding what I would have for lunch, pain started kicking in. The doctors had given me meds to stop my contractions before and I called my nurse and told her I was having pains. They put that little monitor on me that measures contractions and gave me more meds which didn't help. The nurse told me to call my husband and I called him and told him that I was in labor. He asked me what I wanted him to do and I told him that he shouldn't do anything until I called him again because I didn't know how long I would be in labor or when they would let me go home. The doctors had already been in to tell me what to expect if they couldn't keep her from coming too early. The nurse kept checking and the labor went really quick. I had my epidural and six hours from my first contraction I was pushing her out. She was so small I delivered her with three pushes. It was so funny because as soon as she came out, my best friend called to check on me and the doctor was still down there cleaning me out and delivering the placenta. They handed me the phone because I thought it was my husband. My friend asked what I was doing I told her I had just had my baby, she was like "No Way" and I told her " Yes I did, the doctor is still down there" After that it was very rough for me. They let me out of the hospital two days later. My husband came up the following morning and stayed with me until I was discharged. We went to visit her as much as possible while we were in the hospital. They give me a little doll shaped cloth with her name on it to put under my breast so that she would have my smell and each time I went we switched, I would leave one and take on with me and where it until I saw her again. Because we were so far away we could only go up twice a week. We would go every Saturday when my husband got off work and stay until Sunday night and then we would go back Tuesday evening when he got off work and we would stay until Wednesday night. We did that for 2 1/2 months. She developed pneumonia when she was 5 weeks and had to be put on all kinds of meds. She weighed 2lbs and 3 oz at birth. When she left the hospital she weighed right at 5 lbs. We did kangaroo care where you take off your shirt and put the baby against your bare skin to help regulate the heart rate. I called several times a day to check on her and she ended up coming home on oxygen. She was diagnosed with chronic lung disorder which can turn into all kinds of respiratory problems as she gets older, but right now she is doing good. The day I took her home was the best day. I was so excited. It was hard though because you get nervous when the phone rings especially if it's the hospital. I had severe separation anxiety. I hated to leave every time. I missed her so much while we were apart, I didn't know what to do. I was at home most of the time by myself so I would buy her things. Her diapers were so small and she stayed in preemie clothes until she was about 4 months. Now she is getting tall and stands a little over 3 feet. I am a little over 5 feet so she's catching me already. Every day with her is such a blessing because she could have not made it so many times. She stopped breathing so many times and her heart stopped so many times until her little body grew enough to remember to breathe. Now she is talking up a storm and everything. I am so extremely blessed.

cheatedoutoflife cheatedoutoflife
31-35, F
3 Responses Mar 10, 2009

how old is she now? any lasting lung damage?

Truly happy for you and your angel. I know exactly how you felt. I have a set of twins who were born 1lb we stayed in the NICU for 9mts. Our preemies are not only fighters but angels.

Truly happy for you and your angel. I know exactly how you felt. I have a set of twins who were born 1lb we stayed in the NICU for 9mts. Our preemies are not only fighters but angels.