Let me start by saying this; I realize that Sara and I are not the only parents that have ever had a baby in the NICU. Our situation is not a unique situation, only to us because it is happening to us. In the day we live with the internet, e-mail, Facebook, and Twitter, our information and our life is available at a moments notice. While the updates are nice, and these outlets make it easy for us to keep up with what's going on, it tends to put the focus on the wrong thing. I'm not saying it is wrong to post updates, read updates, or want to stay in the loop, but tonight I want to tell you the story behind the story to give glory and recognition to the One who deserves all the attention, all the focus, and all the praise for the blessing that I have the privilege write about everyday. So here's how it all went down...
January 29th Sara went in for her normal weekly appointment. All was well, except the Dr. felt that her stomach wasn't as big as it should be for how many weeks along she was. She scheduled a sonogram for the following Friday, February 5th. The sonogram showed that Luke was measuring about 3 weeks small. They scheduled another sonogram for the following Friday, February 12th. On the 12th, the sonogram showed that her amniotic fluids were low, but nothing to be alarmed about. Also, Luke hadn't grown any from the week before. The Dr. then made the decision that the time had come to get this baby out of Momma and into the world so they could see exactly why he wasn't growing as he should. An induction was scheduled for the following Thursday, which would have been February 18th.
Just to be safe they wanted to do one more sonogram on Monday, February 15th to make sure everything was still OK in the womb. That sonogram showed that Sara's amniotic fluid levels had gone from an 8 to a 2 in three days. That was enough for the Dr. to tell us to go to the hospital that day instead of waiting for Thursday. We got to the hospital, checked in to the room, prepped and readied ourselves for a long night of labor. The induction was about to start... then the nurse hooked Sara up to the Blood Pressure machine, it read 250/140. The nurse quickly looked at Sara with this look that told us something was seriously out of order. She tried again on the other arm... same reading. She changed BP cuffs, convinced there was something wrong with the machine... 206/125. She asked Sara if she was feeling OK, if she had a headache, a pain in her chest, was light headed. No to all, Sara felt fine. Two more nurses came in and took her BP... same reading. Time to bring on the meds! Once they got it in the 160 range, they started the induction.
With every contraction, Luke's heart rate would go from 140 to 90. No big deal, these variations are common with someone who is suffering from preeclampsia (the technical term for the high BP). This went on for a while, until they gave Sara her epidural. That caused her BP to drop from 190 to 110 in a few seconds... not sure if you've ever experienced that, but it didn't look fun from my perspective. She turned pale white, and almost went out. A few seconds later, Luke's heart rate dropped to the mid 40's. Much like a quarterback yelling hike (had to get a football reference in there somehow), this was the signal for the team to get moving. 15 to 20 nurses appeared out of nowhere and in a matter of seconds we were on our way down the hallway, moving fast enough that I had to jog to keep up. After throwing on some beautiful scrubs, we were in the O.R. prepping for an emergency C-Section. Six minutes after the Dr. arrived, Luke was brought into the world.
I tell you all this for a couple of reasons. First, a lot of people have been wondering why Luke was born so early... now you know.
Also, Sara and I believe it is important when God is merciful, that we are diligent in spreading that testimony. It is only because of the grace and provision of our Almighty God that Sara and Luke are with us today. Last Monday night I was scheduled to be at church running sound during worship practice. Sara would have been home alone with the kids. With her showing no symptoms of high BP, the risk was that she could have started having seizures at any moment. When this happens to a pregnant woman, the mortality rate for Mom and baby skyrockets. Without that unscheduled sonogram Monday afternoon, there is a real possibility this situation could have been tragic, not miraculous.
I am so thankful that we live today, in the age of technology that we do. No way my son is here today if we live 50 years ago. I am more thankful that my God lives today, that He still reigns and knows exactly what we need when we need it! His provision and unfailing mercy never cease to leave me in amazement. All glory and honor to the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the Creator of heaven and earth, the author and finisher of our faith, my personal Lord and Savior... Jesus Christ!
God bless you all, your prayers mean more to us than you will ever know. Thank you for everything. We'll be in touch, Andrew & Sara.