By Janell Gormanous, Texas United StatesI was 26 weeks pregnant when I started having really bad pains in my stomach and back at home. This was my first pregnancy and I had no idea that I was having contractions. They got so bad I was curled over on the floor when my husband told me it was time to go to the hospital. I layed on the seat with my head on his leg in exsteme pain all the way to the hospital. When we went in, my docter just happened to be on call that night so he was there. He came in the room and checked my cervix, said oh no and walked out. Right away nurses started walking in with all this equiptment and hooking me up to iv's and moniters. My Dr. said that the membranes were ruptured and my baby boy was in danger. I was fully dialated and my cervix was opened 4 cm. They started the medicine to stop my contractions right away along with doses of antibiotics, and steroids to try and build his lungs. They were intending on trying to hoild out for three days. I was in such shock I just sat there. I will never forget the pain and how weak and sick I felt through that night. I went in at 9:00 pm Nov. 11th, 2001. The medicine fought to stop my contractions all night but my son was ready to get out. At 7:57 am Nov. 12th , 2001, I had my baby boy Dalton Wayne, 2 lbs 3ozs.
PROM at 26 weeksDelivery at 26 weeks.
Story added: 2003-03-08
He was so tiny when I saw him but they took him away quickly. About an hour later, they let us see him for the first time. I cried to see him lay there so still in that warmer with so many wires and tubes. I didn't even get to see his face till later that night when they took his covering from over his eyes which were not opened yet. Dalton started to progress so well that even the docters were astonished. Right after Thanksgiving he was upgraded to the incubator and I got to hold him for the first time. That was such an awesome time for me and him. He was doing so awesome and I couldn't wait to bring him home. Dec. 03rd, 2001, My Aunt rushed into my house and brought me to the hospital because Dalton was sick. My husband was waiting at the nursery door when I got there and we went in together. My heart dropped to the floor when I walked on to see his empty incubator. I paniced and begged to know where he was. They walked us over to the warmer he had layed in just 21 days ago and now he was back on full resporater. I couldn't beleive it. How could this happen is what ran through my mind. They said he had quite breathing at 2:00 am and they had to put him back on resporater. They had given him too much milk and his intestines perfurated. 13 hours after he got sick they transported him to Childrens Hospital 2 hours away as me and my husband followed. Dalton struggled a painful fight as he lay there with his life slipping away over the next two days. Dalton was black from the waiste down from gain green setting in by the 5th and his tiny body was giving in to the infection he could not with stand. The Docter said he would lay there and die or I could hold him as they took the resporater off. I fell to my knees in disspair and non belief. How could this be happening God , I begged for an answer. But God gave me no answer at that time. Just my family and an awesome preacher to hold me up. My twin sister and I sang to him for an hour as I held my precious baby boy through tears of pain and agony. When they took the resporater off I felt like screaming No, please No. I want my baby to live. Dalton breathed on his own for 20 minutes and looked at me as I held him. Oh I can't describe the pain I felt that day. I felt something leave through me as he took his last breaths . I new he was gone before they told us and I just held him close to me and cried. Dalton died in my arms at 7:10 pm Dec. 05th, 2001 on my Mothers birthday. I never wanted to let go. There is nothing like planning and going through your own childs funeral I can tell you that. God gave me such strengh through my loved ones. I will never let go of Dalton nor ever forget a single detail of my baby boy. Thank you for letting me share my story. MY GOAL NOW IS TO AWARE ALL MOTHERS THAT TO NEVER LET THE DOCTERS AND THE NURSES GET TOO COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR CHILD NO MATTER HOW WELL THEY SEEM TO BE DOING. FIND OUT WHAT THEY SHOULD BE DOING FOR YOUR CHILD AT WHAT TIMES AND BE SURE THEY ARE KEEPING CONSTANT WATCH FOR STOMACH SWELLING WHICH ARE SIGNS OF NEC WHICH IS WHAT DALTON DIED FROM. YOU CAN NEVER ASK ENOUGH QUESTONS. GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU.