At about 14 weeks gestation my
placenta tore about an inch causing
bleeding, which put me on bed rest for
about a week and a half. After we got
that healed, my water broke at 20 wks
and I was put on bed rest for the rest
of the pregnancy. I was at home for
four weeks only allowed to get up to
use the restroom, and once a week to
go to the doctor. With two other small
children that is almost impossible but
something that needed to be done.
After the four weeks at home I was
sent to OU Medical Center for the
remainder of my pregnancy to try to
save Trevor.
Eight weeks after the bag of water
ruptured (PROM) Trevor came into this
world at 28 weeks gestation weighing 2
lbs 4 oz and 12½ inches long.
On Sept. 28 my placenta started to
separate from the wall which caused
alot more bleeding. It caused so much
bleeding that I was taken to labor and
delivery so we could be under a closer
watch. Early in the morning on Sept 29
Trevor's heart rate dropped for 9
minutes, but by the time the doctor
heard this, his heart rate was back up
to 130 bpm and he was stable. Later
that evening the attending nurse
looked at my chart and noticed that I
was still having some bleeding and
said that he felt the doctor might go
ahead and do a c-section in the
morning because of the amount of blood
that was lost. As I was waiting to
hear from the doctor about the c-
section Trevor's heart rate dropped
again, I got on my side and tried to
find it, but I couldn't, so I turned
to the other side and still I had no
luck.. This has happened a couple of
times before
so I knew all I had to do was call the
nurse, they always found it. As soon
as the door opened I saw my doctor,
and before I could realize what was
happening I was going
down the hall for an emergancy c-
section, and I remember the doctors
saying that my husband could not go
with me. At 9:04 am on Sept 30 2003,
Trevor was born due to his heart rate
dropping several times.
About three hours later the anasthesia
started to wear off and the first
thing I said was "how's the baby?"
Brian assured me he was doing ok and I
drifted back to sleep. As I woke up
they brought Trevor to see me on his
way to the NICU (neonatal intensive
care unit) I could barely see his face
because of the tubes, as I reached in
the incubator to
touch his hand I noticed how small he
was. Even though this was always a
possibility and the reason I was
admitted into the hospital close to a
month before Trevor was born,
I could not believe this was
happening. A little while later our
families started to arrive, while
calling other family members who live
in several different
states.
Finally aroud 3:00 pm I went to see
Trevor in the NICU for the first
time. I had to take off all my rings
and scrub before I could get to him,
as I was wheeled into the room I
realized how many more parents were
going through what I was going
through. As I got to his bedside I
stood up and reached over to kiss him,
he touched my face as I said "Mommy
loves you." Even through all the tubes
and wires it was quite obvious that
Trevor looked just like his daddy.
Trevor lived only 27 days but his
memory will live on forever in our
hearts.
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