This is the story about the adventure of Jordan! This is a birth story! If you don’t like reading things that you end
up thinking… “that was waaay too much information” stop here.
It all started on Wednesday, Nov 13th. I was 29 weeks pregnant and at BSF (Bible
Study Fellowship) helping in the children’s program. A regular day. About 90 minutes into playing with 1 year
olds, I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom and when I got there saw lots
of blood. Not good. I made it about half way back to the room
when it happened again. At this point I
called the nurses line and left a message with my high risk OB. I went back in to help with the kids, made it
another 15 minutes and spent the remaining 10 minutes or so in the
bathroom. Time for a plan. I knew I needed to get to the ER, but wanted
to ask my friend who is a nurse for sure.
I also knew I couldn't have the kids with me, so I was going to ask
another friend (who only has 1 child…since
I only have 1 seat open in the van for a car seat) to switch me cars and take
the kids home for me. As soon as the
lecture was done and Moms were going to start picking up their kids, I went in
and the two people I needed to talk to were sitting in the first two chairs in
the door. God orchestrated this in so
many ways, let me tell you. 1. BSF is held at a church that is TWO BLOCKS
away from my hospital. 2. A lot of my friends go to BSF, so
coordination for me getting to the ER was easy. 3. I
honestly was more worried about coordinating all of this part, and once that
was taken care of I was breathing a lot easier.
I could still feel
the baby kicking a lot, my nurse friend told me to get to the ER, and my other
friend handed me her car keys and got mine and the two of them loaded up the
kids and got them home and fed. All the
while I drove 2 blocks, parked, and was checked into Labor and Delivery within
15 minutes. They immediately found
baby’s heartbeat and found there to be no signs of stress on the baby. Huge relief.
I then called Josh and filled him in (don’t worry he’d gotten a few
texts from me prior to this, but I didn't really have any info to tell him up
until this point). I sent out a mass
text asking for prayer and within 5 minutes had another friend coming up to sit
with me in the hospital until Josh could get there (Ft. Stewart is a good hour+
drive away). She also brought me clean
clothes (because I of course thought I would be going straight home ?!) Julie stopped by the house, dug through my
laundry piles for clothes that would fit me (ha!) and when she arrived, she
stopped by our friend Angela Maria’s room (she had just had her baby ((6 weeks
early)) and was 2 doors down from me) and we had a good time waiting for more
answers. I had an ultrasound (in which both Julie and Angela Maria saw the
gender of the baby—WHICH WE DIDN'T KNOW—and kept the secret J) that showed possible
partial abruption of the placenta (where it comes unattached from the uterine
wall). They decided since I was having
regular contractions and the bleeding was still happening that they would start
me on some steroids and magnesium, both would help the baby (lungs and brain)
if I would end up having an early C-section. By the time Josh arrived I had gotten the
steroid shot and had an IV started with the magnesium. We knew then I would be staying at least 24
hours. The next several were spend
coordinating child care for the next few days.
Josh couldn't completely miss work because he had a big event coming up.
I had another ultrasound the next day and another steroid
shot. The longer I was on the magnesium
the more my brain got fuzzy and eye sight was cloudy. But I didn't a lot better on it than
most. The worst part was I was SO
overheated. The AC was on full blast and
I was sweating ridiculously. HA! When my
Dr came in, we talked about a plan. We
didn't know why I was bleeding, there appeared to be a blood clot at the bottom
of my uterus and the presence of blood near the cervix causes
contractions. The goal was to make it to
34 weeks. The health of the baby would
be significantly less at risk if we could make it that far. A month and a few days. Bed rest was certain. Whether they would let me go home was
not. They have a high-risk long-term
stay section of the Mother-Baby floor, I could wait it out there, or if I was
going to be wise and a good patient I could do bed rest at home. We were really praying for that option
because we were told that since it was flu season that the kids would not be
able to come see me.
The Dr agreed that I could try bed rest at home and after
another 48 hours I was home.
Stay Tuned for Part 2!
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