February 13, 2015
All week my mom kept saying how she couldn't wait for Friday the 13th because she just knew there would be lots of crazy people at the hospital. I remember her saying, "I hope we go back downstairs to L&D on the 13th". I got mad at her for saying that because going back downstairs meant I could possibly be having a baby soon. I wanted to stay on the 2nd floor as long as possible! I kept telling my mom that she better not have jinxed me!
Friday that 13th came and my day seemed very normal. I actually blogged that morning and just hung out with my mom and Taylor. My friend, Heidi, came to visit me around 3:00 and we were just talking and visiting for awhile. I felt like I needed to go the bathroom so my mom unhooked my leg compression cuffs and I got up and walked a few steps to the bathroom. As I was walking, I felt a ton of liquid run down my legs. I kept walking the rest of the way to the toilet and when I turned around there was a huge trail of blood behind me. I sat down on the toilet and it just started pouring out of me. I immediately screamed for someone to help me. My mom came in and saw the blood and she told Taylor to call the nurse. My mom decided the nurse needed to come quicker so she ran out in the hallway to grab her. I was in shock... I was so scared and I didn't want to move so I just sat down on the bathroom floor. I was covered in blood. I had it all over my legs, arms, and even my hospital gown.
The nurse came in and told me that it didn't look like too much blood. I remember thinking "Are you kidding me? It looks like a murder scene in here lady!" The nurse told me to get back in bed and that she was going to go call the doctor. Thankfully Heidi stayed and talked for awhile longer (it helped me keep my mind off what was going on). My nurse came back in after 10 minutes and told me that she was taking me downstairs so they could monitor me. It looks like my mom's wish was coming true (haha)! I remember them wheeling me downstairs in a wheelchair and I was shaking and on the verge of tears. I was SO scared. I just knew all this bleeding wasn't normal.
They got me downstairs and hooked me up to the contraction monitor and fetal heart rate monitor. I could hear Denver's heart rate and I was so relieved! The contraction monitor started to pick up some contractions and I was starting to feel them. Taylor and my mom kept trying to talk to me and comfort me and I was just giving them the silent treatment. I was in shock and I was so scared that I just didn't want to talk to anyone. My nurse came in and told me that she talked to my doctor and they were going to give me some IV fluids and some Magnesium (to try and stop the contractions). This was the 3rd time they had given me Magnesium, so I wasn't too worried about it. Usually Magnesium gives you some really horrible side effects like hot flashes, flu symptoms, and just feeling crazy. Luckily I had never really experienced these side effects except getting a little hot.
Doctor Jensen (my favorite doctor just so happened to be on call) came in and talked to me about my bleeding. He told me that we would just kind of play it out and see what happened in the next few hours. They really wanted to keep my baby in as long as possible, but they didn't want to risk my life or babies life by keeping me pregnant. After he left I buzzed my nurse and told her I had to go pee SO bad. Taylor and the nurse walked me to the bathroom. I had just finished a HUGE bag of IV fluids so I knew my bladder was FULL. I needed to go so bad but when I sat down and tried to go nothing came out except blood! A whole lot of blood. Taylor went and got my nurse and told her that I couldn't pee and a ton of blood came out. The nurse made me get back in bed and I wanted to cry (I actually did cry). My stomach hurt from contractions and the fact that my bladder was about to BURST. I remember crying to Taylor and telling him I was scared and I just wanted to go home.
All of a sudden Doctor Jensen came in and told us he was thinking it was about time to go ahead and take the baby. He was worried that my bleeding wasn't stopping and it appeared to be getting worse. He walked out of the room for a minute and a nurse came running in and put one of those blue mesh caps on my head. I remember thinking what in the world is this lady doing? I asked her what was going on and she said, "I am preparing you for a C-section". Taylor, my mom, and I were all in shock. We had no idea that it was going to happen this fast! Denver's heart rate started to come off the monitor so the nurse was trying to get his heart rate back on. Doctor Jensen and Doctor Ball (he is a high risk- maternal fetal medicine doctor) came in and said "we are going to do a C-section within the hour". The nurse was still trying to find Denver's heart rate. She kept looking at the doctors saying, "I can't find it". I was trying to stay calm but I did not like that they couldn't find his heart rate! The nurse grabbed my wrist and felt my pulse. She turned and looked at the doctor's and said, "her heart rate is matching the babies heart rate and it's making me nervous". I think my heart rate was 135...obviously I was scared! The nurse finally found Denver's heart rate again.
Another nurse came in and said they needed to put a catheter in. My bladder was still full so as scared as I was to get a catheter I was relieved that my bladder was finally going to be emptied! The nurse put the catheter in and holy smokes did it hurt! The nurse looked at the catheter bag after she put it in and the bag was filling up with blood!! The nurse looked at me and said, "Are you peeing blood?" I seriously wanted to conk her on the head. I was in so much pain and my bladder still felt super full. Luckily my nurse went and got another nurse (one with more experience) and she showed her my catheter bag. The nurse with more experience looked at my nurse and said "um you didn't put that catheter in the right place." Obviously my nurse doesn't know her 3 holes very well. Because the catheter was in the wrong spot; they had to re-do it. As they were re-putting the catheter in the right place the anesthesiologist came in. I was screaming SO loud as they were putting the catheter in; and the anesthesiologist (bless his heart) was trying to go over everything that was going to happen. I was thinking, "seriously dude you can't wait until they get this catheter in to talk to me?". Finally they got that blessed thing in and what do you know? I filled up the whole bag! They said, "Wow you really did need to go, huh?" I tried to tell them!
My sweet husband, Taylor, knew I needed a blessing before they took me back for my C-section. Taylor looked at the nurse and said, "how much time do we have before they take her back?". The nurse looked at Taylor and without hesitation she said, "you want to give her a blessing don't you?". Taylor had called his cousin, Jarem, and asked him to come help administer the blessing. Jarem was driving to the hospital, but he wasn't going to get there quick enough unfortunately. The nurse told Taylor that she would be right back and she ran down the hallway. All of a sudden a random guy who I had never met or seen before came into my room holding some consecrated oil (what LDS priesthood holders use to administer blessings to the sick). I couldn't believe it! I have never been so grateful to live in Utah. The nurse knew there was an LDS couple a few doors down and she ran to get the guy so he could help Taylor give me a blessing. Taylor and this sweet random guy gave me a blessing of comfort and health. I was still nervous, but I was definitely comforted and feeling more at peace.
They came in right after the blessing was over to take me back for my C-section. They made Taylor wait outside of the O.R. until they had given me the spinal block. I was really sad that Taylor couldn't be there for the spinal block because I was scared it was going to hurt. The moment they rolled me into the O.R. they stuck an ultrasound probe on my stomach to watch the babies heartbeat. They held the ultrasound probe on me and continued to monitor the heart rate until they started the surgery. The spinal block wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I did make the nurse hold my hand (haha)! They had me sit on the side of the bed and lean over and try to hold as still as possible. Holding still was very hard because I was shaking so much from being scared and cold. The anesthesiologist told me that my legs would start to go numb after 30 seconds. After a few minutes I couldn't feel anything from my toes to my rib cage.
Even though I was feeling really numb I was still pretty nervous about feeling them cut me open. I am sure the doctors all thought I was a crazy lady because I kept asking them if I was going to be able to feel them cut me open. They pinched me a bunch of times with this little tool and I couldn't feel it so they assured me that I was completely numb and I wouldn't feel anything. Taylor finally came in... he was dressed in these blue mesh scrubs and he looked so cute! I was so happy to see him. He sat right next to my head and held my hand the whole time.
Doctor Jensen said, "incision" and then I knew that they had cut me open. I had to tell him to not give me a play by play of what was going on. A few minutes went by and I got super nauseous. I told Taylor I was going to throw up. The anesthesiologist handed Taylor a bag and I threw up. Do you realize how hard it is to thrown up when your stomach is numb? It was miserable, but I got through it. Taylor kept peeking over the curtain that they put up. I couldn't believe he was looking! Taylor does not like blood... He can't even watch me get a shot or get my blood drawn. I kept telling him to sit down because I didn't want him to pass out!
Taylor and I had gone my whole pregnancy without finding out the gender. We got SO many ultrasounds during our 3 week stay at the hospital and we never caved in and asked. We were dying to know if we were having a girl or a boy! Taylor and I were both convinced it was a girl. Doctor Jensen knew we were waiting to find out the gender. After about 10 minutes into the surgery he announced, "it's definitely a boy!". Taylor peeked his head over the curtain and looked at our little boy for the first time! There was a team of NICU nurses, NICU doctor, and a respiratory therapist waiting to take our little boy.
Taylor stayed by me for about 5 minutes and then decided to go check on our boy. The doctors took like 30-40 more minutes to stitch me up. They had to cut me vertically(up and down) because Denver was so small and it would be harder on him if they cut me horizontally. They told me that because they cut me vertically it would make it harder for me to have more babies. I didn't care though because I wanted them to do whatever they could to make it easier for Denver to come out.
After they got me stitched up they wheeled me back into my room. There were so many people waiting in my room. My mom, my aunt Jill, my in-laws, and my brother and sister-in-law. I was so overwhelmed and really emotional and I just started crying. I think everyone was a little worried and didn't know why I was crying. I was just happy to see everyone there, but I was also worried about my little baby. The nurse came in and told us that they weighed Denver in the NICU and he weighed 2lbs 4oz! We all gasped.. we were not expecting him to weigh that much!
The NICU doctor that was there to take Denver after he was born came into my room 1 hour later. Dr. Swentin told us that when Denver was born they had to resuscitate him because he stopped breathing. The doctor said that he was on the ventilator (the machine that breaths for him) and that he was doing a lot better. Taylor went and took pictures of him and came back and showed me. He was so TINY and CUTE. The nurse told me that I couldn't go see Denver until I could feel my legs. I was so determined to go see my baby. I kept telling everyone that I wanted to go. It took a few hours, but as soon as I felt my feet I got out of my bed and told Taylor I was ready to go!
It took us 2 days to name our little boy because we couldn't agree on a name. We finally named him and we think it fits him perfectly. Denver Taylor Myers has stolen our hearts!
Friday, February 20, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Hospital Bed Rest
Lately a lot of people have been asking me what I can and can't do while on bed rest. I thought I would write a post explaining exactly what my bed rest entails.
{Here is what my day consists of! Laying in bed... All day! Can I get a fist pump for being on bed rest for 19 days now? Miracles happen peeps!}
I am on strict hospital bed rest meaning I can only get up to go to the bathroom and to shower. They offered to put a catheter in for me so I didn't have to get up to go to bathroom, but I drew the line there. Having a little tube shoved up your pee hole isn't something I am interested in. I usually shower every 3-4 days just depending on how I am feeling and smelling ;). I feel like an old woman while showering because I have to use a shower chair. When I happen to have an IV in my hand I have to tape a glove on my hand so the IV doesn't get wet. Have you ever tried shampooing your hair with a glove on? If not, you're missing out. It's quite the challenge! Taylor feels so bad for me sometimes he even has offered to wash my hair for me. What a sweet husband! Seriously though... By the time I am done taking a shower I am so exhausted. It's going to be a LONG road to recovery after baby M is born!
I use to think of myself as a very private person before I landed myself in the hospital. For example I never use to just change in front of people and I definitely didn't invite people into the bathroom while I was doing my business. Boy has this all changed rather quickly! When I am hooked up to my IV machine and the belly monitors someone has to come to the bathroom with me because I have about a bajillion cords to carry and try not to trip over. Luckily I don't have to be hooked up to the machines everyday so I can go to the bathroom by myself every once in awhile. Haha!!
The doctors are worried about me getting blood clots because I am not walking anywhere besides to the bathroom, which is only 3 feet away from my bed. I have to wear these compression cuffs on my calves. They are the most annoying things ever, but I am also very grateful for them! It's a love hate relationship. They are connected to this machine at the end of my bed. They siminateously feel up with air and then deflate. The cords that they are connected to get caught under my bed sometimes and then I literally can't move my legs. The other night after my mom fell asleep my cords got caught. I didn't want to wake her up because I knew she was so tired (we don't get much sleep around here). I tried for 30 minutes to get untangled, but I finally just gave up and went to bed. I felt like I was chained to my bed... Looking back it's actually really funny!
{Picture of the leg compression cuffs. Also a little shoutout to Heidi Russell for the cutest & softest socks! Thanks Russell family!}
I want to talk about what I wear everyday. I don't have people ask me about this, but I just want to write it down so I can look back on it later and laugh. I am sure most people have had the pleasure of wearing a hospital gown once in their lives. If not... You're not missing out. The back is completely open and all that's holding it together is a few pieces of strings! When I have people visiting and I have to get up to go to the bathroom... Well they are in for a little treat;) I also get the privilege of wearing these one size fits all mesh panties. My doctor tried to tell me that Victoria Secret has been trying to buy the rights to sell them in their stores because they're so glamorous. Taylor even told me that he thinks they look comfy! I told him that we could get him a pair and then we'll see how much he likes them. Let me just show you what they look like.
{Lovely, huh? If anyone wants a pair feel free to stop by. Bonus: they come in packs of two!}
All jokes aside I am so grateful to still be here. Each day, hour, and minute is such a blessing. I can't believe I have almost made it to 27 weeks. I came here 3 weeks ago thinking I was having a baby. A baby that was way too small and not developed enough to come into this world. I was told that my baby probably wouldn't live and if it did, it would probably have severe disabilities. As hard as that was to hear, I have always known that Heavenly Father had a plan for this baby. I have no idea what that plan is, but I pray everyday that plan is for it to live so Taylor and I can raise it and love it unconditionally, even if it does have problems. I am so grateful to have made it this far. I know it's a true miracle that I haven't had this baby yet. I know that each and everyone of your prayers are helping and giving us more time. Taylor and I are so grateful. I can't express how grateful I am, but just know if I could hug and kiss each one of you I would! Xoxo
Friday, February 6, 2015
The past 24 hours
****Disclaimer: Please stop reading now if you don't want to read anything about my bodily fluids. Thanks!
Yesterday morning (Thursday, February 5, 2015) my mom and I woke up around 8:30 am. We both were being kind of lazy and just talking and looking at our phones. At noon I told my mom I had to go to the bathroom so she unhooked my leg compression things (I have to wear these bad boys 24/7 so I don't get a blood clot). I got up and started walking the 3 feet to the bathroom and I felt this huge gush. I knew it wasn't my amniotic fluid which had been continually leaking. I knew it was blood. I tried not to panic. I sat down to go the bathroom and sure enough it was bright red blood (not good). Then a blood clot the size of a silver dollar came out too. Sorry if this is TMI but I want to record everything so don't read if you get grossed out. Anyways, so I screamed from the bathroom and told my mom what was happening and I told her to call the nurse. The nurse came in and I told her what happened and she said, "ok I have to call the doctor! I will be right back." My mom and I just looked at each other and we both started to cry. I kept saying, "mom I am scared. I am not ready to have this baby. I am scared mom!" My poor mom was scared too and she didn't know what to do. She grabbed my hands and started to pray. I immediately felt comforted. Don't get me wrong I was still scared, but I felt like Heavenly Father was very aware of my my situation. If anyone doubts that there is a god. I am here to tell you that we have a Heavenly Father who loves us and he is very aware of everything we are going through. He does not leave us alone. He is always there. I am so grateful for this knowledge. I don't think I could have made it through these LONG 13 days without him.
I kept asking my mom when the Doctor was going to come. I was so scared that the baby was just going to slip right out of me. I told my mom to call Taylor and tell him to get his butt to the hospital ASAP. For those of you that don't know... Taylor is a senior at BYU, taking his last 18 credits. He graduates in April, so this is his last semester! Poor guy.. He has been driving from Draper (our home) to Provo (school) and then to Salt Lake (hospital) everyday. Anyways, about 15 minutes later the doctor on call (Dr.Oliver) came into my room to check on me. I told Dr. O. what was going on and she said, "so basically I am going to check you and see if you're dilated. if you're dilated to even a 3 then we are going straight to the ER and getting this baby out." You guys my heart almost fell out of my chest. I think I probably could have passed out. She checked me and I was only dilated to a 1! I was so relieved that the baby wasn't coming right that second. I was still really worried though because I was still bleeding a lot. Dr. Oliver said they were going to take me downstairs and monitor my contractions and the babies heart rate. Now just to fill you in on the whole downstairs and upstairs situation. Downstairs is Labor and Delivery meaning you get more attention because you're probably about to have the baby-so you're monitored 24/7 downstairs. Upstairs is for moms who have already delivered and are now just recovering. Upstairs is also for people like me who haven't delivered and aren't in active labor or showing signs of labor. So being upstairs was a good thing!
The only thing nice about moving downstairs was the fact that I got to leave my room and go on a wheelchair ride! Although I was far too worried to even enjoy the ride :(. I got situated in my room and they hooked me up to the monitors. They told me I couldn't eat anything just in case they needed to deliver soon. Dr. O. came in with the ultrasound machine and told me she was going to check baby. Well lo and behold the baby had moved... It was now footling breech meaning it's feet were right on my cervix. So basically it's standing straight up inside of me! Rewind a little bit... Ever since I got to the hospital the baby has been breech but it has had its little bum wedged in my cervix. It was actually a good thing it's bum was wedged there because it was acting as a little cork. It's actually amazing that the little babe even managed to move because there is absolutely no water in there making it very hard for baby to move. So we are grateful that it is so strong!
Taylor got there finally! I was so relieved to see him. The nurse came in after Taylor got there and told me that I was having contractions so they were going to hook me up to Magnesium again. I already had an IV in my right hand, but the nurse noticed it had already been in there for 3 days so she had to change it out :(. I was so sad to be poked again. I have lost count how many times I have had a needle in me.
After they started my magnesium I started to feel a lot of pain. The point of the magnesium is to calm my uterus so it will stop contracting and try to stop labor. Well I guess it wasn't working fast enough because I was in so much pain. I was in tears from back and stomach pains. I was trying to fight through the pain but it was starting to become really unbearable. The nurse told me that there were a few different pain pills they could give me. I was trying so hard to not take anything because I am so paranoid about hurting the baby and countless other reasons. Taylor, my mom, and the nurses really wanted me to take something for the pain so I finally agreed. The nurse said I could take this medicine that started with a P... I can't think of the name right now. The nurse told me that it would make me dizzy and nauseous for about 2 whole minutes and then I would feel really good and sleepy for about 1 hour. I did not like the sound of those side effects, but I figured I could handle 2 minutes. I also decided to only take half of what was prescribed. Two nurses administered the medicine through my IV and then stood there and waited to see how I would feel.
HOLY SMOKES! I literally thought I was going to die when that medicine hit me. I started getting so hot (luckily Tay had a fan right by my head). I was so dizzy that I thought I was going to pass out. Taylor, my mom, and the two nurses were standing over my bed trying to calm me down. I just remember saying over and over, "I don't want to die!!". I told the nurse I was going to throw up and she said ok let me grab a bag. I started throwing up and unfortunately the nurse didn't get there in time. I threw up all over myself and my bed. Gross I know. I kept throwing up and then finally it stopped. I got super sleepy and knocked out.
I woke up after about 1 hour and started throwing up again. It was horrible. And the contractions were back. Holy cow I thought I was dying. Haha I realize I sound dramatic, but it was not fun. My poor Taylor and Mom were up all night sitting by my bed. They were so worried about me. Basically to wrap the night up.. I was drugged up on different pain pills, throwing up, and in and out of sleep. It was a rough night. The nurses came back in at 3 am and took me off the magnesium. We all fell asleep and woke up at 8.
The next doctor on shift was Dr. Jensen (he is one of my favorites). He came in and checked on me and he told me that him and Dr. Jesslyn (a maternal fetal medicine doctor) were going to meet and discuss my case and come talk to me at noon.
Noon rolled around and both doctors came in with another ultrasound machine. They checked baby M and not much had changed. They said my cervix looked good and baby M's little feet were still kicking the crap out of my cervix. Haha all I know is that little baby is a redhead.. It's a little fire ball and pretty naughty. The doctors said they don't really know where the bleeding is coming from. They said it could come from a number of things, but it's hard to say what it's coming from. They said that they basically just have to wait and see what is going to happen. They want us to take it one day at a time. There are a few reasons that they will immediately take the baby: 1. The baby gets in distress 2. I continue to loose too much blood (enough that I would need a blood transfusion) 3. My cervix starts to dilate 4. I get an infection in my uterus. So those are just a few reasons why they would take the baby out right now. The doctors told me that each day I keep the baby inside buys the baby 2 less days in the NICU.
As much as I dislike laying here in this bed all day everyday I would much rather be here than watch my baby live in the NICU for months on end. I hope I can be strong and make it just a few more days and possibly even weeks. I am trying so hard to remain positive and stay strong for this baby and everyone else. This is by far one of the hardest trials I have ever been through. I know that without a doubt in my mind that my Heavenly Father is very mindful of what I am going through. This trial has made my testimony of him grow and become so strong. I am grateful for trials in our lives.. For without trials we would never grow. I don't know what the outcome is for this babies life, but I do know that there is a plan. Heavenly Father has a plan for this child and for Taylor and I. I am so grateful to know the gospel of Jesus Christ. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the prayers and love sent our way. We are so grateful. We feel your prayers and love. Thank you! 
Tay & I watching tv in my hospital bed!
Tay sleeping in the chair. Hospitals must wear him out! 😉
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Did my water just break?
I actually created this blog page about a year ago, and here I am a year later actually writing my first blog post! I have always wanted to blog, but I never did because I don't feel like I am a very good writer. BUT I have had a lot of crazy things happen lately so I figured this would be a perfect time to blog! Please don't judge my grammar. This post is going to be about the day my water broke. Disclaimer before reading: If you don't like reading about bodily fluids and girl things please stop reading now!
Sunday-January 25, 2015
Saturday night Taylor and I had planned to go on a date with my brother and sister in law, Shane and Ashley. When I got home from work Taylor told me that he didn't feel very good. I asked him if he still wanted to go on our date or if he wanted to just stay home. He kept telling me that he was fine and that he still wanted to go. So off we went. Well half way into our date Taylor told me that he didn't feel good and he needed to go home. So we went home and Taylor was SO SICK. He started shaking and told me he was freezing. I seriously piled 4 blankets on him and put the heater on him. He definitely had a fever! I was so worried about him that I ended up bawling like a baby and telling Taylor that he couldn't be sick because I am the sick pregnant lady and only one of us can be sick! Haha I am obviously a little hormonal while being pregnant. Anyways so we went to bed and I kept waking up all night to feel Taylor's forehead (his fever ended up breaking in the middle of the night).
At around 8:30 A.M. we both woke up and were laying in bed talking. I told Taylor that I didn't feel good. Side Note: My whole pregnancy I have been SO SICK. Like throwing up everyday sick. Gross I know. It had kind of gotten better since I was like 18 weeks. I only threw up every few days. Anyways, I told Taylor I was sick, but I thought I would just get up and make us some breakfast and I would feel better after I ate. Well I made it half way to the kitchen and I ran to the bathroom and started to throw up. I didn't have anything on my stomach so I was just throwing up lovely stomach acid (can you say FUN). After I got done I stood up and I literally thought I was peeing my pants. Quickly I realized it wasn't pee, and I knew my water broke. I immediately grabbed my phone and tried to call my mom. She didn't answer because she was at church. I just had this feeling that I should call Labor and Delivery at the Hospital where my doctors office is. So I called and told them what happened and they told me to come in just to be sure. I walked into the room and said, "Taylor I think my water just broke, we need to go to the hospital". He immediately jumped up and started grabbing clothes for me to change into. We left for the hospital immediately and luckily the hospital is only 2 minutes away. We made it up to L&D and they had me change into a hospital gown so they could check me. I started changing and the nurse said something like "Oh is this your husband?" and before I could answer Taylor said, "No I am her brother"..... I was literally taking my pants off as Taylor said this.. You should have seen the look on her face! I was SO embarrassed. Leave it to Taylor to make jokes at a time like this (but really I am grateful for his fun personality).
The nurse finally came in and she told me she was going to swab me to see if the fluid leaking out was amniotic fluid. She took the swab and then hooked my belly up to a monitor so she could monitor the babies heart rate and contractions. About 20 minutes later the nurse came back and said that the test was Negative meaning my water had not broke! I was relieved to hear her say that, but I still knew there was something wrong. The nurse said she was going to swab me again just to make sure the test was right. At this point Taylor was still pretty sick so I told him to go grab something to eat. Taylor left and a few minutes later the nurse came in and I immediately knew something was wrong. Her exact words to me, "Sweetie remember how I told you that the test was negative well I re-did the test and the lab called upstairs to ask me why I was repeating the test because the first test was definitely POSITIVE. I am so sorry sweetie, but your water has definitely broke." I started bawling and she just grabbed me and hugged me. What a sweet nurse. She then said, "Your doctor has already been called and she is on her way right now". They left the room and I just cried. Then the door to my room flew open and 2 nurses ran in and said, "you're having contractions and we have to put an IV in NOW!". I think they put the IV in my hand in like 1 minute, it was fast. I told the nurse I was scared and she kept telling me that it was ok and that I didn't need to be scared.
When I was a little girl I was seriously scared of my own shadow. I had to sleep with my lights on, and half the time I would beg my brother, Jake, to let me sleep by him. I was just scared of everything, I don't know why. So when I was really little my mom taught me the 1st verse of "I am a Child of God" and she told me to sing that whenever I was scared. I seriously have sang the 1st verse of "I am Child of God" probably 2 million times. So as I was laying there in that hospital room, alone and scared, I started singing that song. I was immediately comforted. I was still scared and sad, but I knew that everything would work out according to God's plan for me, Taylor, and this sweet baby.
Luckily Taylor got there in record time so I wasn't alone for long. We both just cried for a minute. My doctor finally got there and she told me that they had to transfer me to a bigger hospital because Lone Peak (the hospital I was at) wasn't equipped to deliver a 24 week baby. She said I was either going to get transferred to the University of Utah or St. Marks. My doctor also said that I was going to be transferred by ambulance and possible by helicopter (crazy)! My doctor left to go call the hospitals to see which hospital could take me. I told Taylor that I thought it would be good idea to get a blessing. Taylor told me that his parents were on their way. My in-laws got there and Taylor and his dad, Rex, gave me a blessing. I am so grateful for the Priesthood. I am grateful that my sweet husband honors and holds the Priesthood. The blessing was really comforting and made me feel a lot better. My doctor came back in and she said that the ambulance was on it's way and they were going to take me to St. Marks Hospital.
The ambulance got there and two paramedics came into my room to transfer me onto their stretcher. I told them I could get up and get myself on the stretcher, but when I sat up I was so dizzy, so they picked me up! HAHA it was kind of funny, I have no idea why I was so dizzy. Taylor got to ride in the front of the ambulance. I had to lay in the back on the stretcher and it was such a bumpy ride! I was surprised how bumpy the ride was. I thought I was going to pop off the stretcher, but they had me buckled in.
We got to the hospital and they put me in a Labor and Delivery room. I started feeling my contractions and let me just say OUCH. I was really hurting and I was scared. The nurse told me that they were going to give me some medicine called Magnesium to stop my contractions. She told me that the Magnesium could give me some nasty side effects like hot flashes, feeling out of control, and other crazy things! I was scared but I desperately wanted the contractions to STOP. I was not prepared to have this baby. Meanwhile I am having these crappy contractions and getting pumped full of Magnesium, the lady from registration came in. She was literally asking me every question in the book. I wanted to throw something at her! I was so annoyed. I wanted to yell "look lady I am having contractions and this isn't a good thing because I can't have this baby today so stop talking to me!!". HAHAHA I was so mad I looked at Taylor and said, "DEAL WITH HER SO SHE WILL LEAVE!". HAHA poor lady.
Eventually my contractions stopped. The magnesium was working! The Doctor came in and said they were going to give me a round of steroid shots to help mature the babies lungs in case the baby was born soon. Finally my mom got there!!! For those of you that don't know... my mom lives in Jackson, Mississippi. When I called her and told her what happened she bought a ticket for a few hours later and she got to Utah in record time! I was so happy to see her. I had my sweet Taylor and my mom. I knew everything would be ok with those two by my side.
To Be Continued.....
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