Wow where to begin! For those who don't know the story I will explain, as briefly as possible. Thursday, April 28th at 12:00 AM I woke up to the feeling of possibly my water breaking. I instantly ran to the bathroom and to my suprise and horror I did not find amniotic fluid, but blood. Anthony rushed me to the hospital where they hooked me up to monitors and gave me medication to stop any contractions. Ryker was breathing just fine and was not affected what so ever. At that point though, because I had lost so much blood, and they didn't want it to happen again I was put on strict bed rest in the hospital. My parents were in Palm Springs at this time, so my mom found the first flight home, and my dad jumped in the car and drove home, only stopping for gas. Unfortunately on April 30th, I had another episode of bleeding and this time contractions were coming every 3 minutes (mind you I was not supposed to have any contractions with placenta previa). My doctor was not on-call, however, I soon found out that the doctor who delivered me 28 years ago was. He came in and instantly made the decision that this was an emergency situation and if I wanted to keep my uterus or even live, we needed to deliver the baby right away. By the time I was in the operation room my doctor came running in the door. He came in even though he wasn't on-call!
Because of the stress and fear of the situation, Anthony began to not feel good. He made the best yet hardest decision to stay behind and wait for Ryker to come out with the nurses. My mom came in with me and was by my side the whole time. The procedure went great, and the fear of losing my uterus was no longer. Ryker came out and was absolutely beautiful. I was in love right away and could not be more happy. Unfortunately my happiness was short lived when my doctor came in and said that they have called Emanual and are planning to send Ryker to the Children's Hospital because he was having a hard time breathing on his own. They instantly hooked him up to the C-Pap, and he responded amazingly. I got to touch him on the leg before they carted him off to a completely different hospital. I was transported over the next morning.
We spent the next week at Emanuel. I was allowed to go home Tuesday of that week, and Ryker couldn't go home until that Saturday. It was the hardest thing not being able to hold him when I wanted, or even see him. But the worst part was leaving the hospital everyday without my baby. Ryker gave me the greatest mother's day gift however and stayed strong the WHOLE time he was in the NICU, even after doctors said he probably wouldn't continue with his progress. He never once slowed down and was able to go home the day before mother's day.
It has been a whirlwind ever since with love, excitement, fear, worry, and just complete confusion, but we wouldn't change any of it for a second.
Thank you so much for all of your thoughts and prayers, along with your encouraging words and advice! Now on with the FUN stuff! Pictures!
Tummy time, turned to nap time! =) I couldn't resist taking a picture!
Three generations! VERY happy Opa about to call the 6A baseball state championship!
