The shortened version, since I have already written detailed in my journal. The end of January I was put on modified bed rest. After a few days and an ultrasound my dr wasn't too worried so I was taken off modified bed rest but told to be careful and take it easy. February 15th I had a weekend hospital stay and given steroid shots to help baby boys lungs to develop faster since I was only 33 weeks and we weren't sure how long he would be able to stay in there. I was officially diagnosed with placenta previa. I was watched carefully, bleeding stopped so I was discharged with instructions of full bed rest and stay near a bigger hospital with a NICU. So mike came home from work a little early and packed bags for Kenna and I to have a 3 1/2 week stay with my sister in St George. We were working towards making it to 37 weeks and then we could deliver baby since that is considered full term in terms of babies development.
It was hard fully relying on someone else as my personal slave, especially someone who is not my husband and has a life of their own. But we made it through one week there before I had to make another hospital trip. I wasn't admitted but told if I had to come back we would likely do the c-section then. The dr didn't want to take any chances of it becoming worse, risking losing me and/or baby. Well the next night mike and brooke showed up surprising us! His bosses gave him Thursday and Friday off so they surprised me and came down. Which I am so grateful for, cause 3 am we were making another hospital trip. By 6 am we were in the OR prepping for c-section. I was exactly 35 weeks so they had the NICU team ready and waiting.
My new dr was prepared for the worst, thinking I could possibly have an acreta. Thankfully though everything turned out great, placenta was actually separately like it should not getting attached. My dr was extremely happy and we were all relieved! This c-section turned out to be the best, fastest, and easiest one of the three. It happened so fast that I didn't even know a nurse had taken Easton out to the NICU team, didn't even see her walk by, mike did. Baby wasn't breathing so good so he did have
to be taken to the NICU. When I realized they had taken the baby out to the team, I told mike to go
ahead, like usual. We had just been told the good news about everything going good and looking good so I think mike was now more eager to leave the surgery part and to check on our baby boy. Lol that is the worst part for him. But I know he's been worried about me.
When he came to show me little man I was so happy he was alright, he looked great and perfect. Right after he showed me little man they took him to the NICU. I told mike to go with. I still wasn't quite done yet, but I didn't want baby to be alone, I could handle it. They were done in no time and I was wheeled to recovery room. Mike spent the next two days between my room and NICU to see Easton. While I was still in recovery room we had one of the NICU specialist nurse come talk to us about Easton's condition. They then gave him cerfactin, which is something his lungs would have made on their own in the next week or so if he was still in the womb. He also had a breathing tube down his throat until then. Then he just had oxygen under his nose. They also gave him caffeine to help. He made great progress pretty quickly and was completely breathing on his own and no IV by Sat night. He was also moved up to NICU Too up on the same floor as me. Before he was moved he was under the lights because he was looking jaundice and they didn't want it to get worse. But he was only under them for around 12 hours or so.
The next thing was for Easton to learn to eat on his own, since they had a feeding tube in since his birth. That proved to be a big hurdle. He was lazy and didn't want to try very hard. He had no trouble latching he just wanted the easy way. We were told by dr's and nurses that boys are the lazy ones and girls are the fighters. As was apparent seeing how their was a 5 to 1 ratio in the NICU Too.
Mike and the girls had to leave Sunday night so he could go back to work on mon. I was discharged from the hospital but was still able to stay there as a boarder. How long Easton and I were there depended on him and when he would eat. Monday morning it was looking like he would be there for at least a week, but Monday night he started eating and ate all night, he ate all day Tuesday as well, surprising everyone there. They all mentioned he was acting just like a "5 weeker". So Wednesday we were able to go home. The dr was worried about the difference in altitude so Easton was sent home on oxygen. That took time to get dealt with but we made it. It seemed like months since I had been home.
Now during this time mike was absolutely amazing. Not only did he get brooke up and ready for school including her lunches and getting her there, but he got her to her activity days, he did their laundry, baby's stuff that needed to be done ( other then what he thought I would like to do), he
finished putting together the furniture for Easton's room, he went to the mail, paid the bills that I
couldn't do, he did their grocery shopping, cooked all the time, did the dishes, and cleaned the entire house, and more. Before we came home he sprayed the whole house down with disinfectant. And still managed to talk to us/me every night. He was so thoughtful of what I would need or want, trying to do whatever he could for me to help make things easier. I am so grateful to have such a husband! It really helped make things easier. I'm so grateful for the blessing I received in beaver hospital that really helped me get through it all and so calmly. I know I would not have been able to do any of this without the Lords help and my Heavenly Father's. I know Easton had help and was watched over cause I was not one bit worried about him. I knew he would be alright and I knew he was in good hands. I am so grateful for the priesthood and worthy priesthood holders that are so willing to give these wonderful blessings! The bishopric gave Easton a blessing the night we came home which helped ease my mind as well. This was such a nerve wracking experience that it made mike and I nervous to not have a monitor on Easton at all, though we knew he would do good, but living with it for all of his life so far, makes things a little different. This whole experience has opened our eyes a little more to what others go through. We know we had it pretty easy, and yet it wasn't easy all at the same time. We are so grateful for the Dr's and nurses at Dixie regional and my high risk specialist Dr's and nurses for all that they did. I don't think we could have asked for better Dr's or nursing staff. This experience has strengthened my testimony and our faith. And it has brought Mike and I closer. Not that we would want to live through it again, but our relationship has definitely grown because of it as well as our faith.
So here are a few pictures.
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| His Incubator and under the lights |
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| Up close under the lights, they did have a bigger thing that went around the back of his head but then slimmed down to just the eyes |
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| Everything he was hooked up to. Though some weren't attached any longer. |
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| His room in the NICU where he lived for 3 days |
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| When he was in "rooming" with me the night before we left |
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| Kenna in my hospital room |
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| Brooke in my hospital room |
I need to add more, but i am still trying to figure out how to download them from Mike's Ipad. When I do there will be more of our little man.
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