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loganmay2012 - 11:28pm Jun 29, 2012 EST
Hi my name is Lisa and i'm the mother of 2 beautiful children Logan and Makaylynn. I was 18 years old when i found out i was pregnant with my first child. I knew i wanted to be a mommy from the moment i saw the positive pregnancy test. I was excited. The pregnancy went great. I loved every kick and movement. I went into labor on saturday October 3rd 2009. I was only 36 weeks so the doctor kept me on bed rest at the hospital till monday. 6am Monday morning my doctor came in and said we were ready to start the pitocin. Hours later it was finally time to push but he just wasn't coming out so they took me in for a C-section. Logan was born October 5th 2009 at 37 weeks. He was 6lbs and 14.7ozs. My beautiful healthy boy. He was my whole world and being a mother is he best thing that has ever happened to me.
I knew i wanted more children especially if they were going to be as amazing as him. A couple months later my husband and I got a surprise we were expecting again! We were shocked but thrilled at the same time. From the moment i saw the double lines on the pregnancy test i knew it was gonna be a girl. I was 11 weeks my first doctor visit. My first ultrasound with her was amazing until they noticed my cervix was funneling. They immediately put me on bed rest and made plans to put in a cerclage. At 14 weeks my cervix wasn't changing so we decided to go ahead and do the cerclage. I was once again put on bed rest which isn't easy when you have a little one to look after.
At 16 weeks i started feeling horrible pain in my stomach and it felt like my food wasn't digesting. I was of course home alone the night it got worse. I called the ambulance and they rushed me and my son to the hospital to find i had gallstones. I was rushed to oklahoma city where i stayed for a week on a liquid diet (i haven't been able to look at soup and jello the same since LOL). They told me the surgery was a risk but i had a higher chance of losing the baby if i didn't go through with it. The surgery went fine and with the help of my amazing family i bounced back quickly. At 19 weeks we went in for another ultrasound and just as we suspected IT WAS A GIRL!!! The next couple month we're rocky. I was seeing my doctor every 2 weeks for the rest of my pregnancy. I know, i know it's normal to have to see your doctor every 2 weeks when you are at a certain point. I was only 4 months along when my every 2 weeks started. I lost track of how many ultrasounds i had.
July 12 2009 was the day i hit 32 weeks and it was a big day for us. We had a 4D ultrasound scheduled and we were signing the papers for our new car. The day started out normal. We had got up and around to go to our ultrasound excited as can be to see our beautiful daughters little face. We showed up and the ultrasound went great. My parents were there and everyone was just in awe. She was so cute and i couldn't wait to meet her. Little did i know i didn't have to wait long. As we were signing the papers for the car i had slight cramping in my lower abdomen which i blamed on braxton hicks and ignored it. Later on the pain got worse i had never felt pain like that in my life. When it got to the point where i was screaming and my scared son was yelling Mommy you ok??? i decided it was time to go to the hospital.
When we got there they put me in a room and started pressing on my belly saying it doesn't feel like you're having contractions but i'm gonna check you anyways. While she was checking me i tried to tell her i had a cerclage she looks at me and say no you don't it ripped your 9cm dilated and i'm calling your doctor it's almost time to push. It's what??? it was too early. I wasn't in labor. I couldn't be in labor. I kept praying she would be ok. That everything would be ok. The doctor came in and we started pushing. At 9:15 pm a whole 30 minutes later Makaylynn Diane was born. 4 lbs and 4 ozs 17 in long. the rushed her to the nursery. This was suppose to be a happy moment. I mean i had just given birth. My sweet girl was here. I can't describe the pain that i felt. I had a child that i couldn't hold or even see yet. I sat in the hospital bed crying. Scared to death that something was wrong and i was gonna lose her.
An hour later i finally got to see her. She was soo tiny yet soo gorgeous. She was struggling to breathe and it killed me they had a hood over her head with oxygen. I could hear her struggling more and more with every breath and i blamed myself. I kept trying to figure out what i had done to cause this. I had followed the doctor's orders. I took all the help i could get and rested as much as i could but it wasn't enough.They medflighted her out an hour later. I was released the next day and was headed straight for the oklahoma city OU medical Hospital NICU. My mom offered to watch my son because she knew my daughter needed me at that time.I hated the thought of leaving him behind I felt guilty for leaving but i couldn't leave her in a hospital over 2 hours away with nobody. At Least Logan would have his grandparents who love him to pieces with him. She would be alone.
After a 2 hour drive we arrived at the hospital and they had her hooked up to a whole bunch of machines. I sat there and just stared at her for hours. The next couple of days we're the same. Those tans walls can drive you crazy. I felt so helpless. All i could do was sit around and pray she got better. We had a lot of support from family which kept us going. Everyone was so helpful. My parents brought Logan up to the city constantly so we could see him and he even stayed a week with us in the Ronald McDonald house.
We stayed at the hospital until a room came open at the Ronald McDonald house. Which i totally recommend for NICU parents. It became our home away from home. They helped out so much. A nice room, Hot meals, Internet access, Tvs, Breast pumps, And amazing people to keep us strong. We bonded with so many people during our stay and it was so nice to have people who know what you're going through to lean on when you're feeling helpless. Every night at 10:30 when everyone came pouring in we'd sit in the kitchen and heat up leftover and just talk. Then at 8 when the doors were unlocked everyone would head back to the hospital.
Makaylynn was accomplishing something new every week. After week 1 she was breathing on her own. My mom teases me now when she starts yelling. "You prayed for her to have strong lungs, Careful what you wish for." We were still a ways away from leaving the NICU but i was so proud of her. By week 2 she was regulating her own body temperature. The moved her from an incubator to a crib. They even started letting us put clothes on her. They also let us move into the village where we could move out of the Ronald McDonald house and start rooming with her.
The NICU wasn't always good. The nurses drove me crazy. Some were great but every once in awhile you'd get the negative ones who would make you feel horrible, Like you were never getting out of there. They were good at making you feel hopeless. The village just made it worse. I had a nurse tell me i didn't want to stay there because you'd have to take care of the child and get up with it. I was like really that's your excuse??? She's MY daughter. I want to take care of her. I felt like i was on an emotional rollercoaster. One minute everything was great the next she'd take a giant step back. Week 3 we almost got to go home but she failed the car seat test. I broke down in tears. I missed my son. I couldn't do anything to help her. I just wanted it to be over with. It felt like a nightmare and i couldn't wake up. I had to take sometime and go home for the weekend. I didn't want to leave her but i needed to be with my son too and i needed a break from the hospital.
A couple days after i got home the hospital called. The reason we couldn't get her to eat was something was wrong with her blood and it was making her weak so they asked my permission to give her packed red blood cells. I of course consented. I went to visit the next day and there was no change i wanted an answer. Well it turns out the night shift nurse who we all referred to as the Nazi didn't give her the blood. I was LIVID. REALLY??? Why didn't she do her job like she was supposed to??? I demanded they get it done and fought with them till it happened.The next day i received a call saying she was doing a lot. better. She was taking full bottles and if she kept it up for 24 hours we could take her home. That night we dropped Logan off at my moms for the last time the next day my sweet girl was home =)
We were home a week when she stopped breathing. I looked over at her she was in her swing and it looked like a bruise on her forehead then it rolled down her face my husband pulled her out of her swing and gave her CPR then we rushed her to the hospital. They sent us back to OKC and we found out she had sleep apnea. She forgets to breathe if she gets in too deep of a sleep. We had an angel watching her that day. Something told me to look at her and i did just in time. We were only in the hospital for the weekend and she was on a monitor for a couple months.
I'm happy to say we haven't had any problems since. My beautiful girl will be 2 years old in 2 weeks and i couldn't be more proud of her. She's so smart and just amazing in every way. You can't even tell she was a preemie now. Sorry that was so long but i hope someone got something out of it. I know how lucky i got. My experience is a walk in the park compared to many. I'd like to leave you with a story. While i was in the Ronald McDonald house i talked to a very strong woman. Her son was a micro preemie. I asked her how she does it. He was on every machine possible to keep him alive.She told me a story about her best friend who had the perfect pregnancy but when the baby was born it had no brain. She told me that even though this is rough at least
Hi my name is Lisa and i'm the mother of 2 beautiful children Logan and Makaylynn. I was 18 years old when i found out i was pregnant with my first child. I knew i wanted to be a mommy from the moment i saw the positive pregnancy test. I was excited. The pregnancy went great. I loved every kick and movement. I went into labor on saturday October 3rd 2009. I was only 36 weeks so the doctor kept me on bed rest at the hospital till monday. 6am Monday morning my doctor came in and said we were ready to start the pitocin. Hours later it was finally time to push but he just wasn't coming out so they took me in for a C-section. Logan was born October 5th 2009 at 37 weeks. He was 6lbs and 14.7ozs. My beautiful healthy boy. He was my whole world and being a mother is he best thing that has ever happened to me.
I knew i wanted more children especially if they were going to be as amazing as him. A couple months later my husband and I got a surprise we were expecting again! We were shocked but thrilled at the same time. From the moment i saw the double lines on the pregnancy test i knew it was gonna be a girl. I was 11 weeks my first doctor visit. My first ultrasound with her was amazing until they noticed my cervix was funneling. They immediately put me on bed rest and made plans to put in a cerclage. At 14 weeks my cervix wasn't changing so we decided to go ahead and do the cerclage. I was once again put on bed rest which isn't easy when you have a little one to look after.
At 16 weeks i started feeling horrible pain in my stomach and it felt like my food wasn't digesting. I was of course home alone the night it got worse. I called the ambulance and they rushed me and my son to the hospital to find i had gallstones. I was rushed to oklahoma city where i stayed for a week on a liquid diet (i haven't been able to look at soup and jello the same since LOL). They told me the surgery was a risk but i had a higher chance of losing the baby if i didn't go through with it. The surgery went fine and with the help of my amazing family i bounced back quickly. At 19 weeks we went in for another ultrasound and just as we suspected IT WAS A GIRL!!! The next couple month we're rocky. I was seeing my doctor every 2 weeks for the rest of my pregnancy. I know, i know it's normal to have to see your doctor every 2 weeks when you are at a certain point. I was only 4 months along when my every 2 weeks started. I lost track of how many ultrasounds i had.
July 12 2009 was the day i hit 32 weeks and it was a big day for us. We had a 4D ultrasound scheduled and we were signing the papers for our new car. The day started out normal. We had got up and around to go to our ultrasound excited as can be to see our beautiful daughters little face. We showed up and the ultrasound went great. My parents were there and everyone was just in awe. She was so cute and i couldn't wait to meet her. Little did i know i didn't have to wait long. As we were signing the papers for the car i had slight cramping in my lower abdomen which i blamed on braxton hicks and ignored it. Later on the pain got worse i had never felt pain like that in my life. When it got to the point where i was screaming and my scared son was yelling Mommy you ok??? i decided it was time to go to the hospital.
When we got there they put me in a room and started pressing on my belly saying it doesn't feel like you're having contractions but i'm gonna check you anyways. While she was checking me i tried to tell her i had a cerclage she looks at me and say no you don't it ripped your 9cm dilated and i'm calling your doctor it's almost time to push. It's what??? it was too early. I wasn't in labor. I couldn't be in labor. I kept praying she would be ok. That everything would be ok. The doctor came in and we started pushing. At 9:15 pm a whole 30 minutes later Makaylynn Diane was born. 4 lbs and 4 ozs 17 in long. the rushed her to the nursery. This was suppose to be a happy moment. I mean i had just given birth. My sweet girl was here. I can't describe the pain that i felt. I had a child that i couldn't hold or even see yet. I sat in the hospital bed crying. Scared to death that something was wrong and i was gonna lose her.
An hour later i finally got to see her. She was soo tiny yet soo gorgeous. She was struggling to breathe and it killed me they had a hood over her head with oxygen. I could hear her struggling more and more with every breath and i blamed myself. I kept trying to figure out what i had done to cause this. I had followed the doctor's orders. I took all the help i could get and rested as much as i could but it wasn't enough.They medflighted her out an hour later. I was released the next day and was headed straight for the oklahoma city OU medical Hospital NICU. My mom offered to watch my son because she knew my daughter needed me at that time.I hated the thought of leaving him behind I felt guilty for leaving but i couldn't leave her in a hospital over 2 hours away with nobody. At Least Logan would have his grandparents who love him to pieces with him. She would be alone.
After a 2 hour drive we arrived at the hospital and they had her hooked up to a whole bunch of machines. I sat there and just stared at her for hours. The next couple of days we're the same. Those tans walls can drive you crazy. I felt so helpless. All i could do was sit around and pray she got better. We had a lot of support from family which kept us going. Everyone was so helpful. My parents brought Logan up to the city constantly so we could see him and he even stayed a week with us in the Ronald McDonald house.
We stayed at the hospital until a room came open at the Ronald McDonald house. Which i totally recommend for NICU parents. It became our home away from home. They helped out so much. A nice room, Hot meals, Internet access, Tvs, Breast pumps, And amazing people to keep us strong. We bonded with so many people during our stay and it was so nice to have people who know what you're going through to lean on when you're feeling helpless. Every night at 10:30 when everyone came pouring in we'd sit in the kitchen and heat up leftover and just talk. Then at 8 when the doors were unlocked everyone would head back to the hospital.
Makaylynn was accomplishing something new every week. After week 1 she was breathing on her own. My mom teases me now when she starts yelling. "You prayed for her to have strong lungs, Careful what you wish for." We were still a ways away from leaving the NICU but i was so proud of her. By week 2 she was regulating her own body temperature. The moved her from an incubator to a crib. They even started letting us put clothes on her. They also let us move into the village where we could move out of the Ronald McDonald house and start rooming with her.
The NICU wasn't always good. The nurses drove me crazy. Some were great but every once in awhile you'd get the negative ones who would make you feel horrible, Like you were never getting out of there. They were good at making you feel hopeless. The village just made it worse. I had a nurse tell me i didn't want to stay there because you'd have to take care of the child and get up with it. I was like really that's your excuse??? She's MY daughter. I want to take care of her. I felt like i was on an emotional rollercoaster. One minute everything was great the next she'd take a giant step back. Week 3 we almost got to go home but she failed the car seat test. I broke down in tears. I missed my son. I couldn't do anything to help her. I just wanted it to be over with. It felt like a nightmare and i couldn't wake up. I had to take sometime and go home for the weekend. I didn't want to leave her but i needed to be with my son too and i needed a break from the hospital.
A couple days after i got home the hospital called. The reason we couldn't get her to eat was something was wrong with her blood and it was making her weak so they asked my permission to give her packed red blood cells. I of course consented. I went to visit the next day and there was no change i wanted an answer. Well it turns out the night shift nurse who we all referred to as the Nazi didn't give her the blood. I was LIVID. REALLY??? Why didn't she do her job like she was supposed to??? I demanded they get it done and fought with them till it happened.The next day i received a call saying she was doing a lot. better. She was taking full bottles and if she kept it up for 24 hours we could take her home. That night we dropped Logan off at my moms for the last time the next day my sweet girl was home =)
We were home a week when she stopped breathing. I looked over at her she was in her swing and it looked like a bruise on her forehead then it rolled down her face my husband pulled her out of her swing and gave her CPR then we rushed her to the hospital. They sent us back to OKC and we found out she had sleep apnea. She forgets to breathe if she gets in too deep of a sleep. We had an angel watching her that day. Something told me to look at her and i did just in time. We were only in the hospital for the weekend and she was on a monitor for a couple months.
I'm happy to say we haven't had any problems since. My beautiful girl will be 2 years old in 2 weeks and i couldn't be more proud of her. She's so smart and just amazing in every way. You can't even tell she was a preemie now. Sorry that was so long but i hope someone got something out of it. I know how lucky i got. My experience is a walk in the park compared to many. I'd like to leave you with a story. While i was in the Ronald McDonald house i talked to a very strong woman. Her son was a micro preemie. I asked her how she does it. He was on every machine possible to keep him alive.She told me a story about her best friend who had the perfect pregnancy but when the baby was born it had no brain. She told me that even though this is rough at least
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