January 2001, it was a cold, blistery, icy day in Oklahoma City, the day my future husband asked me to be his girl!!! March 31, 2006 was our wedding day.. We had decided that since we'd already been together for 5 years that we would immediately start trying for a baby. So in April that's what we did.. It took us 3 months and in July we were looking at a positive pregnancy test.. It was the 5th of July.. I remember thinking the 4th that I had to of been pregnant, as the beer just tasted horrible and I was wanting to sleep.. That pregnancy was not the easiest.. We started bleeding from the beginning, it was diagnosed a subchorionic hemorrhage.. It was a huge blood clot between the uterus and placenta.. Well fast forward to 12 weeks after getting off bed rest and having no more bleeding.. We had an ultrasound to find that our precious baby had passed on 3 weeks before.. I had what they called a missed abortion (you won't see me use this term as I HATE it..) So I had to schedule a d n c for the next day.. That morning around 4 am I woke up to severe pains and bleeding only to find out that my body had finally realized that it was miscarrying, so we got bumped up a few hours to do the d n c.. Our dr. sent the 'remains' off to the lab for genetic testing and he called a few weeks later to tell me that our baby was a healthy baby boy.. We named him Xavier Ahren. He was 9 weeks 5 days and our d n c was on 9/19/06.. We were told we could try after our first cycle, so we did, we got pregnant 4 months later, we were excited, yet nervous.. There was no bleeding and our number's were progressing well. Well at 5 weeks we had an u/s.. Nothing but a sac. We were told to come back 2 weeks later, at 7 weeks we went back and still there was only a sac, but a second sac was visible now too..The dr. thought he had seen a second sac at 5 weeks but we didn't think nothing of it.. We were told to come back in a week.. We went back at 8 weeks 3 days, still only a sac, that was starting to shrink, and the second sac completely gone.. We were diagnosed with a blighted ovum and decided to do a d n c right then instead of waiting.. We were devastated, again....We call this baby (well what should have been a baby) February, we needed closure.. well I needed closure) 4 months later, June 27, 2007 could it be? Yes it is, a big fat positive, I couldn't believe it, whoo-hoo we were pregnant again.. I was nervous as all get out, could barely stand myself I was so nervous. We had slight spotting at 5 weeks and went to the ER, only to be told we had a slight subchorionic hemorrhage, you can about guess my nerves shot straight through the roof, great here we go again.... I prepared myself to lose this baby too, but wait, it's 12 weeks and we're still pregnant, and there's a heartbeat?!?! Wow, 19 weeks and it's a BOY?!?! Is this for real? Is this really happening? We're going to be parents for real this time? Little did we know what God had in store for us....... January 21, 2008, Martin Luther King day, Monday, and the beginning of our 33rd week.. Everything started out great, Our little boy had woke me up at 5 am having a little kick-boxing tournament, this was the VERY FIRST time this had ever happened. I went about my morning, got on the computer, was fixing to start chatting with some girlfriends of mine, when I got the most oddest, most painful cramp I've ever gotten.. In all honesty I thought I had to go to the bathroom.. So I finished typing out what I had to say, and headed to the bathroom, the only thing was the pain was overwhelming, I was literally on my tip-toes.. (if I knew then what I know now, I would have just started pushing right then.... :( ) I sat down and hear a pop, gush....My first thought was Oh shit, my water just broke, I'm only 33 weeks, and we still have 7 weeks to go, ok, we can deal with NICU.. But then I look down.. The image I seen will forever haunt me, blood, and lots of it, I've never in all of my life seen so much blood as I did this day.. From here everything went down hill and FAST!! I stood up, grabbed some tissue and put it between my legs and ran to the living room, grabbed the phone, and called my husband, I was so scared, and deep inside, I knew he was gone...But I get a hold of him.. We talk he leaves work.. Well not thinking of the holiday it was I called my dr's office, no answer, I'm starting to feel faint and light headed, so I lay down on the floor, I called the ER and told them what was going on, all they could say is "why are you calling the er?" I just hung up.. Aaron called and was on the phone with 911 when he walked in the house.. He helped me to the living room couch where I laid down and was in so much pain, more pain than I ever imagined possible.. The paramedics showed up. finally.. Well apparently I got the pick of the day, 2 of the most ignorant, most hateful, degrading, pieces of crap people to come help us.. One was a rookie, and the other was a jerk.. The jerk asked me if I was pregnant? Duh, I'm 8 months freaking pregnant!! I'm huge!! He then says "Are you bleeding?" My reply was yes, his was well you miscarried......WHAT?!?! You're seriously going to tell a freaking 8 month pregnant woman that she just miscarried.. I already hated the idiot.. He then asks me if I can get up on my own and move to the gurney, sure I say, and as I do I throw up, he then thrust this bag in my face and say's "throw up in here not in my bus, I just cleaned it" they then proceed to wheel me out of my house, with no blanket on, just panties and a t-shirt.. I asked for my own blanket. Then they wheel me over the stepping stones instead of picking me up and carrying me, this hurt like you wouldn't believe the pain is still very vivid in my mind.. We'd already told them 2 times they've asked what hospital we were going to, twice, Women's and children's.. they get me in the ambulance, and pull out.. They didn't give me oxygen or anything except an iv. of saline.. I keep feeling the need to pass out, and gushes of blood coming out of me.. I told him that I felt like I was going to pass out, and he said there was nothing he could do, I was already laying down. So about this time I look out the window wondering why it's taking so long to get to my hospital, the idiots took me to the wrong hospital... . I keep feeling the need to close my eyes...just go to sleep.. Well they FINALLY get me to Women's and Children's, and upstairs to Labor and Delivery, where I coded, on the spot.. I remember the nurse checking me, and her saying that I was dialated 2 cm, and trying to find Tristan's heartbeat, it wasn't there.. I remember looking to Aaron and saying he's gone honey, my baby's gone, and Aaron, and the nurse both saying no he's probably hiding.. then I vaguely remember hearing Aaron say her eyes are rolling and the nurse saying Oh shit (as she hits the wall) and saying I need help in here.. (Later found out she called a code blue on me).. The next memories are in and out, and still comes back in flashes.. I remember waking in this room, very cold, and 2 people above my head, one woman on man, and I hear them saying we need to intibuate and start cpr, where is everyone at? I remember my dr. Dr. H standing next to me saying "Hi Shannon, it's me Dr. H and there's no fetal heart activity we need to operate immediately to find out where the bleed is before we lose you.. Then I felt him cut me, and everything went black.. The next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room, looking up and seeing Aaron's face, and knowing that something was VERY wrong.. Then our social worker, Ms. Mary asked me if I would like to hold our son.....This was the first time I seen my little boy, he was gone, lifeless, but the most amazing creature I've ever seen, the most beautiful little boy.. Beings that I had a c section I had to stay in the hospital for a few days.. We were released, on Jan. 24, 2008 and it was hard leaving that hospital with only plants and a memory box full of Tristan's belongings, yet leaving him there.. This blog is full of the last 2 years and the years of battling infertility, and our journey to parent hood, if it's meant to be..
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
A long time.....
It's been a long time since I've updated everyone on me, and my family or my emotional state!!
I'm actually doing MUCH better emotionally, the dreams still come from time to time and it's always that nasty one where the nurses are running with Tristan and he's crying, and I can't find him, I know it's the enemy putting that in my mind, but it still sucks!!
Lets see, you all know that my parents divorced, and that things were pretty nasty for a while and that he's getting married again to some skank, that literally smells of bo, like she never wears deoderant or something, but guess if it makes him happy I should be happy for him.. I really don't care....
My momma on the other hand hasn't had the best of times she had her first massive heartattack on August 7 2009 her lad kept clotting she had 3 blood clots in it at that time and she coded (died) 3 times on the table that night in cath lab. Then they get her home she's doing great until Sept. 11 she has another massive heartattack where her lad had clotted again and she coded twice on the table. She was in the hospital for a very long time this go around. She spent a few days in ICU then they transferred her to her own room she was there a day then the next morning started having severe chest pains again she was on her way to another massive MI, but they got her downstairs and into the cath lab rather quickly (thank God) where she had clotted again, so they decided to do a double bypass, it was scary, but she's home now and doing well..
My brother is doing great, we did an intervention on him and he's staying sober now!! Praise the Lord, cause only through Him is all the great happening.. He's going to AA meetings, and many other meetings to beat his alcoholism, I am so proud of him for doing this he really needs it and totally looks like a different man!!
My grandparents have moved down here off of the farm that my grandfather, aunts and father were born and raised on, it's weird really. They're living with my father and his "thing" she seems like the type to take over MY family ya know? It's really pissing me off but there's nothing I can do but pray about it!!
As for Aaron and I, we're doing great!! We bought our first home and I fall more and more in love with it every morning I wake up and see it's beautiful walls!! I am so happy for us that we're able to make this life change, and that we were able to do it,financially, emotinonally and all.. It was tough moving out of the apartment, only because a part of me a huge part of me felt like I was leaving my little Tristan behind, because that's where he died, but I know rationally that's not the case, he's with me everywhere I go, and I pray that this house brings us many many happy memories!!
About the house, omg it's awesome!!! It's a 1936 home 5 bedroom, 2 bath, beautiful!! The original double sideboard cast iron sink, the original Okeefe and Merritt stove (not working yet) but awesome!!! Hopefully all we're going to have to do is change out the gas valve and it will work.. They're saying (the previous owners) that there are 2 things to close together making the valve trip.... (shrugs shoulders) I have no idea.. I have a plumber coming to look at it today!! Yes a plumber because that's who the gas company says has to look at the gas lines in the house?!
Anyway let me see if I can toss a few pics in real quick!! Cause boxes upon boxes are calling my name they need to find their rightful homes!! Ok a few photo's were added and you can see 3 of the 4 kitties have settled nicely all 4 have actually but Ms. Raven was too busy hiding and playing and looking for cubby holes, she gave us quite the scare when we first moved in the first morning, she had found a crawl space and was spending quite the time inside the walls of the house!!! lol