Our precious miracle

Our precious miracle(Nikole Harlan) Every Tuesday was usually a busy day for me. I would wake up early every Tuesday and take a shower to get ready to see my counselor. At the age of 31 I was still battling things that I went through as a kid, teen and even young adult. I have a good life. A wonderful husband. A great family. But I was still plagued by the things that haunted me from my past. However, that Tuesday in particular would be the start where my life would change forever.

May 1st, 2012, the hubby and I were looking forward to seeing the San Francisco Giants play the Florida Marlins. I bought the tickets for my husband as a Valentines Day present and my husband was licking his chops to attend the game. As for me, seeing the Giants play that day wasn’t especially thrilling for me. I couldn’t help but notice that my period was a week late and none of the normal symptoms of it coming were happening.

I didn’t want to do it. I talked with my counselor that day and explained how; I’d taken so many pregnancy tests in the past hoping that that little blue plus would appear or the second pink line would pop up and so far, there was nothing. I so didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to feel like we failed again in making a beautiful new being to enter this world. However, since I was a week late and I did take my last dose of Clomid to help me become pregnant, I decided to go to the store and buy a test to find out if late Aunt Flow was going to just be fashionably late or skip the party all together.

I came home and immediately went into the bathroom where I peed in a cup and once I was put back together, stuck the pregnancy test into the waiting urine where I dipped the stick in for 10 seconds and waited for the results. Suffice to say, I didn’t have to wait long.

Immediately the little pink line that indicated you are pregnant appeared along with the line that indicates that the test is working. Immediately, my hand covered my mouth and my heart started to race. I honestly just couldn’t believe it. I was pregnant. We did it. We finally did it! Wow… I’m going to be a mommy.

I grabbed my cell phone and called my OBGYN and told them that I had a positive test. They scheduled me for an appointment that day. I wanted to make sure that I was pregnant before announcing it to the world. Now… I just had to go tell my husband. I have to admit that I was a little scared. I opened up the door and seen my husband sitting on the couch where he said just two words… “I heard.”

I walked to him with the test in my hand and showed it to him. He took it and sat there just staring at it. I couldn’t tell if he was happy or if he was mad. It was then that he stood up and took me in his arms and held me. I could tell he was nervous but so was I. We both wanted to have a baby. We were both disappointed when my past tests came back negative. But, we had to remember that everything happens in God’s timing, not ours.

We went to the doctors later that day where the doctor confirmed that I was indeed preggers. We couldn’t see anything yet, I was still very early in my pregnancy but, I was so so happy and just wanted to shout it out to the world. I couldn’t wait for all the first that pregnancy had to offer.

The first time feeling the baby move. The first time it kicks. The first time hearing it’s heart beat and seeing it on the ultrasound machine. I just couldn’t wait. I was so excited.

January 3rd was the baby’s due date. I couldn’t help but wish that he or she would or could be a New Years baby. That would be awesome. However, that would not be the case. Little did I know that le baby would have other plans for us.

In late December, nearing my due date, my “baby doctor” would do ultra sounds to find out if the baby was in position to be born. She wasn’t. Ultra Sound after ultra sound, the baby showed that they were breached. She was upside down and wasn’t in the mood to get into position. Being that my little nugget was being stubborn, the doctor scheduled me for a C-section a week before my due date to bring out little bundle of joy into the world. I couldn’t wait.

December 28th, my husband and I woke up very early in the morning and drove to the dark and empty halled hospital where I waddled up to Labor and Delivery to get prepped for our little peanut to enter our world. My I.V. was inserted and I got prepped to go into the C-section delivery room where a team of nurses and the anesthesiologist were waiting.

Sitting on the edge of the surgery table, the anesthesiologist gave me a shot into my lower spine to numb me from the waist down. After the injection, I was strapped to the table as slowly, the medicine traveled through my body and I couldn’t feel my feet, legs and hips. I was paralyzed from the waist down. It was very scary.

I laid on the table as my doctor entered and started working on getting my precious little angel from her warm water filled cocoon that I carried her in for the past 9 months. I couldn’t feel anything and slowly, it was getting hard to breath.

I felt dizzy and was afraid I was going to pass out. The anesthesiologist leaned over and told me my blood pressure was dropping and he had to give me medicine to make it go back up. Suddenly I felt better. I laid there on the table with tears slowly coming out as I thought about the beautiful creature I was bringing into the world. Suddenly I felt dizzy again.

I laid there on the verge of passing out when I heard the anesthesiologist say, “Again?!” There he gave me another medicine to bring my blood pressure back up. I laid there again waiting for me to hear something. I waited to hear my baby cry for the first time as this intense build up of pressure filled my chest and I felt like I was going to be sick.

It was there that I slowly felt my stomach lighten as my baby was taken out of my womb and I heard the nurse say, “Looks like soccer player feet. Or could be a swimmer.” Still I heard nothing from my child as I laid there in wonder of what was going on with my baby.

Suddenly, a noise filled the room and it was the voice of my child. I wept as I heard her cry fill the air. I was a mommy. My baby was just across the room getting cleaned up as my doctor stapled me back together. Laying there, the pediatrician brought my precious baby girl to me and put her head up to my mouth so that I could kiss her. My baby. My Abby was officially here. I was officially a mommy and there was no turning back now.

Back in my room where Abby was waiting for me and all the nurses admired her and stated how beautiful she was, I laid there waiting for her to be put into my arms. Finally there she was being put on my bare chest to warm up and learn what her mommy smelled like. She was beautiful with dark hair and fair skin ten chubby fingers and toes. I loved her. Instantly, I loved her so much more than anything else in this world. She was my baby.
May 1st was the start of the precious miracle we’d been waiting so long for. December 28th was the start of entering the wonderful world of parenthood.