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My previous pregnancy was high-risk
for cervical incompetence. I went
through the whole bed rest, cerclage,
home monitoring, hospitalizations, and
terb pump. I had my daughter at 36
weeks. When I found out I was pregnant
again, I knew that some of the
precautions I had taken earlier were
not needed. My cervix never dialated
because of scar tissue, and I had to
have a c-section with my daughter. My
husband and I decided that I would not
have a preventative cerclage, only one
if needed. When I had my ultrasound at
18 weeks there were signs of
funneling, so I had a cerclage. The
next week my OB switched offices, and
I was having a hard time getting an
appt, so I went to a new OB for a
month. During this time they said that
one of my test showed that I had staph
in my vagina, and gave me antibiotics.
I was not having a lot of contractions
like my last pregnancy, and things
were going fine. Then at 27 weeks my
water broke. I was rushed from one
hospital to another by ambulance. It
was very scary. The doctors all came
in and said that at 27 weeks
everything would be fine. That 95% of
babies born at this stage don't have
any lasting problems. I was top stay
in bed and at the hospital. I stayed
for 10 days when i went into labor. I
had to have another section because I
wouldn't dialate. While I was on the
table I asked would my son cry. I was
told yes. He had gotten all of the
steroid injections and might not even
need a ventilator. He didn't cry. I
knew there was something not right.
When I got to go see my son he was two
different colors purple, and white.
The doctors said that something was
wrong, but they didn't know what. I
had him baptised. When he was a day
old he had several brain bleeds and
had to be recesetated for 20 min. From
that point on he was in a coma. He
always surpassed what they said. For
instance, his acid level needed to go
down and it would etc. On the fourth
day my son who is 9 came to meet him.
As soon as I went back up to the NICU
they said that it was time to hold
him. I held him for 6 hours, and then
decided to stop the heart medication.
His body was swollen and badly injured
from all of the wires and such. He
still lived another hour, so I had
them turn the oxygen concentration
down to 21% instead of 100%. He passed
away an hour later. I got to dress and
bathe him. I also got to bring him
back to my hospital room and be with
him for several hours. The day after
the funeral I had to go back to the
hospital for a severe c-section staph
infection. I have been going to wound
care for almost a month now. I have
never felt so much pain in my whole
life. I miss my son more than words
could ever say.
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