One week ago I was in an ambulance on the way to deliver my babies in Columbus against my doctors wishes. He wanted me to deliver in Americus and had me believe that at 34 weeks their lungs would be fine and it would be perfectly okay to deliver here, I did not trust him, and I’m glad I didn’t. I knew if I stayed and my babies lungs weren’t okay they would be taken from me and ambulanced to another hospital. He had made me believe that as long as I made it to 34 weeks everything would be okay, but in that moment I didn’t feel like it would be so I told them to send me to Columbus. As I laid in the back of the ambulance, contracting every minute, I watched the sun rise and I prayed harder than I ever have. I was more scared and more excited than I have ever been. I was greeted at the hospital by several people who knew me through my aunt and I was very well taken care of by some of the sweetest nurses I’ve ever met. Several hours later I was lying on the operating table listening to the first cries of my babies.
When they brought them to me they could only stay a minute and they both had a tube on their nose. They took them to the Neonatal care unit and I was told that their lungs were not ready yet and they had to have a CPAP, IVs, Feeding tubes, monitors, and be in the incubator. I was also told that it would be 12 hours before I could see them. 5 hours later, after lots of begging and convincing, my nurse was reluctantly wheeling me to them. I cried when I first saw them but I knew immediately that God had a plan in this. I also knew that my babies were the most beautiful babies I had ever seen.
Today they are one week old. A lot has happened in just seven days. They both came off of their CPAP, IVs, and feeding tubes. They opened their eyes for the first time, and baby girl discovered her intense love for the pacifier. They had to have a little light therapy for jaundice, and they passed their hearing test. They got to be held by two other people other than us, and they had their first bath. They are the most perfect babies in the whole world (I’m not biased, I swear ). Little boy has the biggest and greatest facial expressions and I just know he is going to be funny like his daddy. Little girl is a diva already and does not like to be messed with but she loves her mommy and daddy and cries when we have to put her back in her “house”.
My God is stronger than any medicine, and my God loves my babies more than I do and I can’t even imagine that. He has a plan in all of this and I feel blessed to be a part of it and to watch it unfold. It is not easy to have one week old babies and not be able to hold them any time I want, especially when they are hurting. It’s not easy to go to the Ronald McDonald house at night and leave my babies in the hospital. It is not easy but I am so blessed to be Pat and Sandys mommy.