August 26th, this day has significant meaning to me and my family. A year ago today is when this whole roller coaster ride began. It is hard to believe that it has been a full year now since we first heard the words, “very small preemie,” “heart defect,” “IUGR,” and “Down syndrome.” In some ways I feel as if it were yesterday as I can easily recall even the simplest details of the day as I have played them in my mind so many times. In other ways it feels as if I have lived a lifetime since that day.
For some it may not be the most interesting post I’ve ever written but I’ve told people that at some point I would share the story of that day and the upcoming week. It can be tough as I relive those memories and the feelings that accompany them. It is also very therapeutic as I write them and see the journey we have made it through by His love and grace. So the following are my memories of that day.
On Wednesday, August 26th, TJ and I headed to Tulsa for a routine checkup where I would get more ultrasound pictures and begin scheduling the more frequent visits that mark the third trimester. I was officially 28 weeks along that day. I was dreading drinking the awful drink that every pregnant lady dreads when it's time to test the blood glucose level for gestational diabetes. This visit had originally been scheduled for the previous Wednesday but the doctor had to reschedule so while I got to put off my glucose test one week I was ready to see how our little boy we had decided to name Kaleb was doing.
As we got into Tulsa and drove by Saint Francis South where Kaden had been born we commented that we would be getting admitted there before we knew it and began talking about how fast the pregnancy was going and wondering how labor would go this time. I joked that I had a feeling this one was going to be ornery and I could see him coming early unlike his brother.
As usual despite our best intentions we had to hurry in so that we would check in on time for appointment. Of course there was a line and even though it was our fault we were cutting it close I became antsy in my game of beat the clock. Only to find out that my doctor had been called out for two deliveries. I was to be seen by the physicians assistant instead. I was fine with that, I liked Megan and it was just a typical visit and ultrasound. It did make me remember the last time I had her for an appointment which was when I came in when I was experiencing my first miscarriage. She had been the one to tell me it wouldn't be a viable pregnancy but I worked now to shake the memory from my mind.
We quickly got called back and led to an exam room. Dr. Rapp was just on his way out for the two deliveries and popped his head in to say hi and that he’d see us in three weeks. After having the lab draw and going back to the exam room the Megan came in to perform my ultrasound. Instead of small talk about Kaleb or the reassurances that everything was looking good, it quickly became apparent something was wrong. It began by her asking my due date as she thought maybe she had the wrong due date. Flashbacks to the last time I saw her as she performed the ultrasound and asked me if I was sure of how far along I should be as it wasn’t measuring up. My heart began to accelerate as she tried to calmly tell me she was going to remeasure him. After performing the various measurements she admitted he was measuring two to three weeks behind his due date.
The baby that had at every appointment measured right on track for his due date was all of a sudden two to three weeks behind. I quickly realized that five weeks ago he measured typical for his due date had not grown very much at all in the five weeks since. I began to fear for my baby as she worked to keep a poker face in place as she explained that she would be taking a look at the blood flow. While she worked to hold the poker face you could tell it wasn’t looking good either. She soon confirmed my fears as she left the room to go call Dr. Rapp and discuss with another doctor in the practice.
She was only gone about five minutes but in those five minutes I had to work to keep it together. I had never been one for panic attacks but I felt as if I was on the verge of panicking and losing control and I tried to will her back to the room and give us some answers. TJ and I both sat in shocked silence and we realized our carefree day had suddenly taken a different tone. When she did appear she didn’t give us many answers except to tell us that we needed to head to Saint Francis hospital and be admitted for monitoring. While I worked to hold my emotions together TJ went into problem solving mode as he hurried to the car already on the phone making arrangements for Kaden who was still in Bartlesville at daycare. I told him I need to go to the restroom before leaving, primarily to give myself a minute to collect myself and gear up for whatever lay ahead. As I made my way out of the restroom Megan was waiting for me at the door. “There’s been a change in plans. Dr. Jones is waiting for you at his office. You are to head straight over there,” she said with tears in her eyes.
We didn’t know what to say during the few miles to the fetal maternal specialist office. The lightheartedness of the afternoon had suddenly been replaced by a fear that gripped both of us. I was trying hard to not think about the text messages that had already dinged on my phone from my mother asking how my appointment had gone.
We found our way up to our now second appointment of the day. While I filled out paperwork TJ call one of our closest friends, Dalton, and asked him to pick up Kaden and take him to their house. When Dalton asked what was going on I could hear TJ getting choked up and saying, “I can’t talk right now, but pray.”
We were led to an ultrasound room where we had a 35 minute ultrasound. An ultrasound that I couldn’t wait to be over so we could find out what was going on but at the same time didn't want to end because as long as I was getting the ultrasound and I could see him moving and could see his heart beating on the screen I felt that he had to be okay. I stared at his heart watching each beat on the screen wishing I knew what they were looking for. I tried my best to make out each feature and would quickly try to read anything she typed. I ran through in my head the little bit of knowledge that we had been given and wondered what they meant for our baby and our future.