Annabeth Joy's Birth Story

 

 

This pregnancy was without a doubt the worst of my four pregnancies. I’ve had issues with each one, but nothing like this one. I made a list shortly before she was born of everything that was terrible about this pregnancy, partially because I was feeling sorry for myself, and partially because I knew that IF I shared the list, it’d be nice for other moms (who aren’t loving being pregnant) to know that they aren’t alone! Here’s the list:

 Nausea

 Vomiting

 Heartburn

Placenta previa

No exercise allowed

No sex allowed

MRI

Panic attack during the MRI

Alone/away from my family for over a month

Possible hysterectomy

Contractions

 Infections

 Bedrest

Bleeding leading to a hospital stay

Pelvic pain

Bruised ribs

My first stretch marks ever

Lots of bloodwork and ultrasounds

 Varicose veins

 Vertical c-section

Melasma

Constipation

Hemorrhoids

 Anxiety

Worry

Fear

Panic

Loneliness

And that was just before the traumatic birth! Needless to say, I did not enjoy this pregnancy in the least. I loved feeling my baby move around, and knowing that she had hiccups a lot, but that was pretty much the only fun part! Now, for the birth story…
I found out when I was just 20 weeks pregnant that I had placenta previa, which basically means that your placenta is blocking the way for your baby to be delivered naturally. The placenta is also fairly delicate if it is complete previa (which mine was), and bleeding (due to pressure put on the placenta) can occur at any time. I was told to take it easy and that I should be very limited in what I do. No more exercise, no more physical intimacy, no more lifting children up, just rest.

At 26 weeks, I got a very bad double infection, which, when paired with the heat of Varanasi in the summer (110-115*) resulted in very painful, very real contractions. We had already been told by our medical personnel that it was advisable to go to Delhi early, so when that happened, we knew it would be better for me to be close to good medical care. I came to Delhi when I was just 27 weeks along. That meant me being away from my family for over a month. The doctor told me to be resting, and that I wasn’t to do any work at all. Some days were great-sleeping in, eating whatever I wanted (because there is so much more variety here than in our city!), watching Netflix, and reading. But some days were super lonely. Also, I had another ultrasound done, hoping the placenta had shifted, but finding out that it hadn’t. That mean that a c-section was inevitable. Also, because of how big my placenta was, they would have to do a vertical incision instead of the more-appealing horizontal incision. ALSO, they were concerned that it had imbedded itself into my uterus, which could cause heavy bleeding and need for a hysterectomy. I heard all of these things while I was away from my family, and it was one of the more difficult days of my life. I’m so thankful that a friend of mine, also staying in Delhi to birth a baby, was with me and able to encourage and support me. I went to get an MRI done to confirm whether or not the placenta had imbedded itself, and while I was in the MRI machine I had a panic attack because of all of the stress and emotions I was dealing with. The MRI results showed that my placenta had not imbedded (praise God!), but I was still a wreck.

After my family arrived in Delhi (at 31 weeks), it was great to have everyone back together again, but so exhausting. Kyle did most of the work, and the kids helped A LOT, but it was still so draining for me. It was also a worrisome time, because I feared that something would happen to me before my mother-in-law arrived, and I didn’t know what I would do with my kids. Sure enough, it did. I started bleeding, which I had been warned may happen, and headed straight to the hospital with my husband and kids. The same friend who went with me to my MRI ended up watching my kids (along with her own 5, including a 1-week old baby) for that day, and then another friend who was 37 weeks pregnant watched them the next day. I felt so terrible that my friends were taking on so much, but thankful they were there. I was in the hospital for 3 days, and the doctor said that this episode was the warning, and that next time would be much more bleeding. I was put on strict bedrest (and was bored out of my mind!).

2 weeks later, my mother-in-law arrived, and I praised God! At least that fear of what to do with kids was no longer a stressor. Annabeth’s C-section was scheduled for 5 days later, at 36 weeks gestation. At that point, the dangers of a placental abruption outweigh the dangers of the 36 week preemie, so the doctor said that is as far as we should take our pregnancy. After asking several doctors and medical professionals in the States, they agreed with this ‘course of action’ and we were at peace with the plan.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go according to that plan. On July 21, just 2 days before our scheduled C-section, we were all sitting doing our nightly Bible time. I felt 2 gushes, and didn’t know whether it was fluid or blood. I slipped away to the bathroom to find that I was gushing blood profusely. I yelled at Kyle, who came in and saw blood all over me, told Mimi to put the kids to bed, grabbed my hospital bag, and escorted me downstairs to the car. Kyle drove like a madman, driving through every red light and laying on his horn the entire time we were in the car (10-15 minutes). I called my doctor, who I’ve called many times before with no issue or delay, only to have a 4 year old answer the phone over and over. I tried to tell him to give the phone to his mom or grandma, but he just kept hanging up on me. “You’ve got to be kidding me! This can’t be happening right now!” were the only words I could find! I called the hospital and told them I was coming and bleeding a lot. The doctor called me back about 2 minutes before I reached the hospital and I filled her in. The hospital was ready for me when I got there and I went straight up to L&D. Thankfully, it was Sunday night, so there weren’t any patients in the lobby.

As soon as I got upstairs, I started bleeding even more heavily, with large pieces of placenta flowing out. I told Kyle and the nurses that I was blacking out and closed my eyes. I was also having a hard time breathing, but I think that was just from the shock of what was actually happening. A few minutes later, the anesthesiologist came in and took me to the OT for the epidural. She was so calm and kind. I am so thankful she was there. Honestly, the nurses’ faces all looked afraid, and hers was the only face that was telling me I was going to be okay.

As soon as my doctor arrived (just a few minutes later), she looked at Kyle and said, “we need to do this very quickly.” Suddenly, I was being strapped to the operating table, the curtain was pulled up so I couldn’t see, and there were 10-15 people in the room: 4 doctors, a handful of nurses, the anesthesiologist, and a man who we were told may or may not ‘get on top of me to push the baby out.’ What?!? Whatever, I totally did not care at that point. My doctor was amazing, safely delivering my sweet baby and my horrendous (and ginormous) placenta in just a few minutes. And yes, the man did get over me and push the baby out! The entire thing was totally painless, which I’m very thankful for. I even told my doctor while she was delivering that she was “doing such a good job.” The epidural brought out the cheerleader in me!

I heard my sweet baby cry, and asked Kyle what it was. He inquired of the pediatrician, who said it was a girl. They brought her over to us and I got to cuddle her next to my face for just about 30 seconds. It was so wonderful! She was okay! I was okay! Then, she was whisked away to evaluate. I didn’t see her again for 12 hours. That’s a terrible, terrible experience as a mother- to have a child taken from your womb and not have access to them for so long.

 

 

As this story is long enough already, I’ll cut down our week in the NICU to just a few sentences. Annabeth had difficulty breathing on her own, so she was put onto the CPAP for breathing assistance. She was much stronger about 3 days later, but because they had to wean her off of the CPAP and tube-feedings and make sure she successfully breathed and breastfed on her own, we ended up being in the NICU for 7 days total. It was not a great NICU experience, as we continued to have to battle nurses and security guards to spend time with our own child even when policies dictated time allowed that the nurses and guards were not allowing us to have. The upside, however, was that we made several friends with moms and dads of other preemies in the NICU. We were able to share the Hope that we have because of Christ and be an encouragement to them as they walk through their journeys in the NICU. We are still praying for some of them and their little ones, as many of them have a much longer stay than we had.

We are home now and doing so well! Annabeth loves to sleep, has hiccups often, and her siblings LOVE her! Kisses, hugs, and lots of baby-holding! She’s a wonderful addition to our family, and we are so thankful to God for her!

 

When trying to decide on names, Kyle and I had a hard time agreeing! The criterion were: a Bible name that wasn’t easily shortened that didn’t start with C, N, or R. While our family was split between Nepal and India (just before I came to Delhi), I read the story of Mary and Joseph bringing Jesus to the temple to dedicate Him. In the story, 2 older people are there waiting for the promised Savior to come. They had hope in knowing from God that the Savior would come soon. Anna had lived at the temple most of her life, and Simeon had waited eagerly for quite some time. As soon as Jesus arrived, they were both filled with joy at the sight of their Savior. I LOVE THAT! They were filled with joy because of Jesus and the hope that they had in Him. For that reason and this story, our girl name was Annabeth Joy and our boy name was Simeon Jehoshua. Annabeth means “full of grace” and Joy is self-explanatory! We added the Beth because it’s pretty, but it’s in the Bible also (part of Elizabeth, and beth means “place of,” so we could say that her name means a place full of grace.)

Thanks for reading, for praying for us during this long and difficult pregnancy, and for sharing in our happiness as we welcome Annabeth to our family! Praise be to God!