“A long journey, many bumps, many problems.. it was a long wait, but totally worth it..”
I’m seventeen years old and just less than a week after my 17th birthday I found out I was pregnant, on December 13th, 2007. I was surprised. Shocked mostly. The hardest part was telling my parents and everyone else. I was scared for my life because I didn’t know what I would do and I didn’t know how to take care of a child, even a baby. But I didn’t think anything else would be worse than be pregnant at 17 and I also didn’t think there would be anything more harder than telling my parents about it. But, on March 2nd, 2008 I found out at my Ultrasound that there was something wrong with my baby. They found “abnormalities” in my blood, a lot of TPN. They told me that there was either a problem with the baby, I was having twins, or I lost her. When we had the Ultrasound, that’s when we found out. My baby had Gastroschisis. We saw her little intestines out floating by her belly button.. I was scared, and unsure about what I was just told. I was confused, upset, mad and frustrated.. Everything started going downhill from there. Just a month before I found this out, me and my boyfriend broke up. Too many problems in the relationship, he wasn’t ready and he decided it was best for him to leave me. I was left with nothing but hoping for this baby to come out strong.. she was the only thing that was keeping me going, staying in school and keeping a part-time job on the side.
After being 6 months pregnant, my boyfriend and I finally started working things out and slowly got used to me being pregnant and prepared ourselves for this baby to come. On July 18, I was called to come in to be induced. I was sent home after a few hours and started getting contractions, but they stopped. Then on July 21, I was called to come back to get induced again, but no contractions and was sent home again. Finally, on July 23, I was called to get induced for sure. I had really harsh contractions and stayed the night in the hospital but they stopped around 2 the next morning. On July 24, they decided to put an IV in my arm to make the contractions come faster. About 4-5 hours passed and the contractions started to come, not so bad. But when from 6-8:40 the contractions got too much for me that I had to take Epidural for the pain and was fine for the next few hours. On the morning of July 25, I started to feel the contractions and the pressure. From the 23rd to 25th, I dilated from 1 to 2 to 3 to 5 to 6-7 then to 9. By 6 in the morning I couldn’t take it anymore and the doctor told me it was almost time and to let her know when I needed to push. I kept complaining that it hurt and the contractions were getting worse, and they realized that it wasn’t the contractions but it was actually her coming already.
Then it happened. 37 weeks, 6 days, July 25th, 2008, 7:50AM, 6 lbs. 13 oz. A baby girl was born. I saw her for a second and then she was sent to the next room to cover her bowel and intestines. An hour later I was able to see her before they brought her to the NICU. She didn’t need any breathing tubes, she was breathing all on her own. All I saw was the top of her head and part of her face, and one of her eyes open. I got to touch her head, but I didn’t get to see her look at me or kiss her face. I was still too weak to move and I was lying on a bed right above her head. The surgeons told us they weren’t sure how long it would take to put back her bowel and intestines, it would either take one surgery or two. Then she was sent to the NICU.
Around 7PM that same day, my boyfriend and I went to see her. We didn’t think they finished her surgery because they said they would do it later that night. But when we saw her, she had no intestines out, nothing. They told us that one surgery was a success and it was all inside her. What a relief! She was just resting and recovering.
On July 26, we went to see her again before I finally left the hospital. She was really swollen and looked in so much pain. She had a needle in her head, on her arm, her leg, so many wires.. It was so painful to watch and I couldn’t stand watching. They were telling us how it all depended on her recovery and it was all up to her to stay strong and fight while they helped with more fluids and everything else..
Today, July 27, we went to see her again. And this time, she looked so much better! The needle in her head was gone, the swelling went down to minimum and they slowly took away some fluids. They said she was doing better and she’s doing good. I finally got to touch her for the second time, this time I got to feel her head, her cheeks, her arms, legs, feet, tummy, everything. I saw her eyes open, and then one of them opened just looking at me. I knew she was fighting to open her eyes after being so swollen, and she finally did for a short amount of time to look at me and her dad.
Honestly, this baby is a blessing, a miracle. They fight so hard and stay so strong just to stay here with us. I was worried for over 4 months about her Gastroschisis, but after only 2 days, I’m so relieved that she’s so strong. The doctors and surgeons these days are amazing. I just know everything is going to be fine, and things will always be fine when you pray and have faith.
“It was ALL worth it, and we’re going to stay strong.. just like her.”