A story that should never get too old to be retold.
Today just seems like the appropriate day to get this blog started. On this day, 25 years ago God blessed us with a 7lb 9oz baby girl, Amy Grace. That very same day, God spared my life and gave me a new lease on life. Let me explain.
Two days prior to Amy’s birth, I looked like a beached whale. I was waddling like a duck and hadn’t slept in two weeks. She wasn’t due for another two weeks. I took Terry with me to by OB appointment for both moral support and to keep me from flooding the doctors office with tears. Fortunately, Dr. Oldham saw my misery and said, “Ok. You can either come in on Thursday the 12th or Friday the 13th and we will induce.” Without hesitation Terry spoke up and said, “We’ll take the 12th because I don’t like the idea of having a baby on Friday the 13th.”
Upon leaving the office, I was elated. “Only two more days of misery, ” I thought to myself, “I can deal with two days.”
We were up early on the 12th. We made our way to the hospital and at 7:00 the Pitocin drip began. Didn’t take long for contractions to begin and by 1:45, I was 5cm dilated and contractions were steady, actually it seemed as if they were increasing not only in strength but frequency by the minute. Around 2:15 when they checked me again, I was 8cm dilated. They called down for an epidural, but by the time it reached the room, there was no time. By 2:35 pm, I was fully dilated and delivering. We were elated our baby girl had arrived. We knew ahead of time the baby was a girl. We just hadn’t told anyone, except one dear friend, mainly because I didn’t believe the ultrasound.
Our room quickly filled with family and friends to greet this new little life. Within about 30 minutes of her delivery, I began to feel odd and had a weird painful sensation in my abdominal area. The nurse insisted it was my uterus contracting but I said, “I don’t think so. This is my fourth child and I’ve never had this sensation before.” She did nothing.
Fortunately, my friends Ashley and Bryon showed up. She came in the room and said, “You don’t look good. What’s wrong?” I told her about my abdominal pain and she immediately went to the nurses station and told them to get some help because my color wasn’t good.
As soon as the doctor came in and examined me, blood gushed out. It actually felt like a chain link fence was coming out of me. Horrified, she began packing me to stop the bleeding. For the next few minutes, I felt almost normal and then it happened again. This time, she packed me again, but due to the significant loss of blood, a call to have blood delivered for a transfusion was necessary. As soon as the blood arrived, I’m guessing I looked so bad and had lost so much blood, Dr. Arcara was literally screaming at the nurse, “Squeeze the damn bag or I will.”
After a third time of packing and no control over the bleeding, it was determined I would have to have emergency surgery. They had no idea what they would find. I remember vaguely her asking me if I could sign the release for them if a hysterectomy was necessary.
Due to the seriousness of the bleeding, Dr. Oldham was also called in to assist Dr. Arcara. The next thing I remember is waking up to the sound of Dr. Zahn’s (the anesthesiologist) saying, “You look like Stay Puft the marshmallow man. We had to pump you full of fluids. You’re lucky to be alive.”
The next day, Friday the 13th, Dr. Oldham came by for rounds and said, “You had Victoria and I scared to death. We’ve never experienced anything like that in our careers. What happened was your cervix ripped over an artery and blood was just pumping out into your body. If not for her quick decision to do surgery, we wouldn’t have found it. Also, they told me that during delivery, Amy had a true knot in her umbilical cord and it’s probable that if you had gone another two weeks, as she grew the knot would’ve gotten tighter and quite possibly taken her life.”
I don’t know about you but knowing that God provided, not one, but two miracles of life in a day for our family makes me feel truly blessed and humbled. I stand in awe and wonder of his miracles and I realize that I would not be here without His grace and mercy. My story could’ve ended on February 12, 1998 but God had bigger plans for me. He choose to keep me here to tell my story and it is all for His glory.
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