Thursday, September 5, 2013

A look at the past...

While I am sitting here waiting for the first football game to kick off, thanks weather delay, I remember this time last year.  I remember watching the first game and thinking, if we can just get through this season and lil bill is still alive then we will be ok!  Well little did I know that he would be home in time for the Super Bowl, and here we are the next year.

So it is official, Lil Bill is a one year old! I can not believe it.  His birthday was a beautiful day.  We stopped by the NICU and dropped them off some birthday treats then had a party with family and some friends.  I thought that I would have negative feelings on his birthday.  While it was his day of birth it was also one of the most traumatic days of my life.  But I didn't.  I embraced every ounce of gratitude I felt.  We have come so far.  I have been doing alot of processing everything that has happened since we found out that I was pregnant lately.  Since medically, there is nothing to new with Lil Bill I thought I would update share some of our story of how Lil Bill got here.  Don't worry I won't go TOO far back!

We knew that I was going to be a high risk pregnancy after losing Aiden at 20 weeks.  But we thought we had a plan that would work.  For me the first trimester was not scary.  I know for many people it is, because of the risk of miscarriages.  I knew, having an incompetent cervix my issues would make the 2nd or 3rd trimester the problem.  So lets fast forward to then.

When I was 18 weeks, I finally got the cerclage, with little to no cervix left.  For those who don't know an incompetent cervix means the cervix shortens and softens way before it should in a normal pregnancy.  A normal pregnancy the cervical length is suppose to be about 3-4 cm until the end of pregnancy.  At the time I got the cerclage my cervix was .9mm.  But for a couple weeks it worked, I did not lose any more length and I became hopeful.  But then, at one of my weekly ultrasound appointments it was seen that my cervix was .3mm.  One of my doctors suggested putting a pessary in.  I was willing to do anything to help.  So we did, and for two weeks my cervix was back over 1 cm.  I was so happy, the pessary was working!  And then, I will never forget this day.

I was 22 weeks pregnant and we went in for my appointment.  The doctor came in with a discouraged look on his face.  He told me that it appeared from the ultrasound that I was dilated, and my membranes aka the water sac the baby was in, was bulging through the cerlcage.  He told us we had three options.  We could terminate the pregnancy if we did not want to have a very premature birth that would leave us with a child with disabilities, we could go home and let nature take its course, or I could be admitted into the hospital and stay on bed rest there until the baby came.  We chose option number 3.

Days later, I believe around 22 weeks and 5 days, I was 3 cm dilated.  I was told that they could not try to stop labor until I was 23 weeks and they would not try to save the baby unless he was 23 weeks.  2 days.  2 days.  2 days.  Days that could be wrong due to measurements, but that did not matter.  We had to wait 2 days before any intervention could be taken.  Those were the 2 most stressful days of my life.  I went into labor one day later, and I remember them telling me if it was 16 hours later they would try to stop labor, but there was nothing that they could do at this point.  16 hours! That was way more ridiculous than two days.  I do not blame the doctors or nurses who were telling me this.  I know a patient like me at that time is very stressful for them too.  They have to deal with ethics, morals, rules, and guidelines.  I just prayed for strength to make it through 16 hours.

Luckily, due to a paperwork mess up somewhere,  I was given the steroid shots for the baby's lungs one day before I was suppose to. During these 16 hours we got a chance to speak to the NICU.  Twice.  We got numbers, odds, chances, and statistics.  We were told what to expect if we had him between 23-24 weeks.  The odds were not good.  They said he would have around a 25 percent chance of making it.

FINALLY the time came, I was FINALLY 23 weeks! They would try to prevent labor and they would try to save my son if he came.  I was so relieved to make it this far.  I was started on a drug to slow down labor.  The side affects were horrible.  I felt like I was being burned from the inside out.  I felt like crap but did not feel any serious contractions.  I was on the drug overnight from 8/30-8/31.  I was hoping for good news.  A couple hours later I started feeling contractions.  I was checked again, this time, I was not 3 cm dilated, I was 9 cm dilated.  They said it was time to start pushing.

My water had not broke.  And they did not want it to.  They wanted my son to be born in his water sac to help protect him.  He was 17 weeks early, very tiny, and breech.  We were very fortunate that his water did not break.  Yes, I delivered my son in his water sac, with no pain meds (not by choice may I ad).   After having him, the water sac was given to the NICU team, I do not even know how many of them there were, maybe between 5-10.  It felt like forever they were over there, asking for supplies, talking with themselves.  I think it was only a couple minutes though.  I just wanted to know is he alive, is everything okay, is he dead?  Eventually we heard them yell YES! and clap.  I remember Billy saying well that can't be a bad sign.

Then, the first time I saw my son.  They wheeled him over.  He was in a plastic bag with a tube sticking down his throat.  He looked brownish/redish and was so tiny.  He was 1 pound 7 ounces and 11.25 inches long.  He looked lifeless.  I remember them asking if we wanted to touch his forehead.  Everything in me said no.  I was too scared I would give him germs and make him even sicker.  But I did, I touched his forehead.  I was fearful, I was sad, I was angry, and I had no clue what kind of journey was started that day.  It was the beginning of a beautiful, terrible, amazing, difficult road.  The road that has led me to where I am today.  With a one year old son, who is the strongest and happiest person I know.

Like I said earlier, his birthday is one of the most traumatic days of my life, but is also one of the most beautiful because I witnessed the greatest miracle I have ever know, and it started that day.

Since pictures are worth a thousand words, Heres A Video of Some of our Story



  1. Just wanted to tell you i love you cass. lil bill is such a stong boy with a strong family of love and support! Thank you for you story and sharing. and if i read this right are u pregant.

    1. Thank you! And no, I am not sure what gave you that idea but def not pregnant! :)

  2. I left my name but it didnt come up. the comment above is from me. Nicole A.