I had been on complete bed rest at home since September 28, and I thought that was torture. I sure didn't know how much harder it was about to get. At home on bed rest, my days consisted of: Wake up, Don would make breakfast for me and Truman (who was 18 months old at the time), get ready for work, and then I would be left home alone in bed until Don and Truman came home after work. Then Don would make dinner (or someone would bring us some), and the routine would start all over again the next day. I was allowed to get up for bathroom privileges only.
Until October 9. That night (a Wednesday), Don and Tru were at church, and I was home alone again. That is when the contractions began. At first, I thought they were just Braxton-Hicks contractions, but since I was an extremely high risk pregnancy, I decided to call my doctor. My doctor said to come to the hospital to check it out...we were not going to take any chances...
I called my parents to come pick me up, and on the way, we stopped by the church so that I could tell Don what was going on. I remember telling him, to not even bother coming up...I was sure they were gong to just give me some sort of "magic pill" and send me on home.
BOY WAS I WRONG!
I entered the hospital on the Eve of October 9, 2002, and did not leave until December 31, 2002.
Those 3 months I spent at VBMC, I spent fighting for my girl's lives, and for mine as well...literally. There was one point where we could have lost one or all of them if we made the wrong decision. Thank God we made the right one. And after I delivered them I spent a few days in ICU because it was touch and go with me! But...WE MADE IT! And that is why I celebrate this day!!!
here is a picture of when I was 7 months pregnant, and Tru came to visit me in the hospital. I'd show a pic of 9 months, but I don't want to scare anyone!
1 comment:
Wow! That's awesome. Truly a reason to celebrate. So good to look back and see the faithfulness of God in difficult times.
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