Week One

 

Well we are one week in. I cannot believe I have now been in the hospital for 7 days. Seems crazy. It has gone by fast. I am new to this blogging thing, but I wanted to document this journey that God is sending us on. I guess I should start from the beginning. Last Sunday, November 24, 2014 at about 12:30 in the morning my water broke. I am only 26 weeks pregnant. We had been out of town for the weekend. The house was a mess, there was no clean laundry, and we were low on groceries. This is the moment we really had to realize the terms “Gods plan… Not ours”. Anyway, my water broke, I kind of thought maybe it was pee. Let’s face it you get to a point when bladder control is not the same any more. But then when it happened again about 2 hours later I knew something was wrong. I called my doctor and she sent us to the hospital. Did I mention that there was an ice storm outside? We called my mother in law and she rushed to our house to stay with our two year old. My husband and I set out for the labor and delivery not knowing what was in store. When we got therethree tests were run. The first two indicated that it was not amniotic fluid. The third test indicated that I had ruptured and was leaking. Within minutes I was given shots and an IV. Then I was rushed to the antepartum floor. I was told I would have to stay until the baby was born. My husband and I were so scared. We didn’t know if Baby Brooklyn was coming tonight or in 14 weeks when I was do. The next day I had an ultrasound that confirmed that I was ruptured and leaking. The good news was that my fluid was at a 13. This was awesome news. So the doctor said next we just wait. I am bound to this room, mainly my bed. I can only get up to use the bathroom. I have now been in this bed for a week. Yay… we made it to 27 week. Is this what prison feels like? Being here is so bitter sweet. I know that I have to put this baby first and take care of myself, but my heart is with my family. I miss so much about being home! I miss night night kisses from my son. I miss snuggling in bed with my husband. I miss hot baths. I miss fresh food. I have the most amazing group of friend and family that support me every step of the way. It is just hard to be a mom and a wife, then all of a sudden have that taken away. The longer I stay in here, the healthier Baby Brooklyn will be. We are just taking it one day at a time. The NICU doctor came in to talk about the risk of a early baby. My goal is to keep her in until 32 weeks. That means 5 more weeks in this bed. At that point the possibility of neurological damage goes now lots. Our goal is to have a healthy baby when she comes out. Being away has taken quiet the toll on my family. My husband, Austin, has really had to step it up and take on a lot. My mom has come to stay with us. Without even thinking twice she packed up and moved in. My 2 year old son is struggling the most and it kills me. He keeps asking if I live at the hospital now. He has regressed with potty training and his behavior is out of control. Bed time routines are out the window. We are at a loss with what to do for him. He is such an amazing kid, it so hard to see him struggle. I know this is how he is dealing with the stress. I just want to make it better. But for now we try to find the good in everything and trust in god. I know God has a plan! I trust in God! I may not see it, but there will be good in this!