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Showing posts with label Birth story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birth story. Show all posts

November 26, 2014

Darren's Birth Story

*Disclaimer, I am sharing about Darren's birth story, which includes talk of blood and bodily fluids... enjoy! ;)

Darren Taylor Brown



Born November 18, 2014 via C-section at 2:21pm, 4 lbs and 17 inches long. Original due date, January 8th, with a scheduled c-section for January 5th. Darren was 32 weeks and 5 days old, preterm.



Nothing about my children's birth stories are ordinary. You can read Winnie's story here. Darren wanted to have his own unique story and let me tell you, I am so glad he did. Truly, the way we see God in his birth and how he orchestrated every intricate detail is mind-blowing. It's because of God that Darren is here early, alive, and safe... and those same truths go for me.

Friday November 14th my water broke. It wasn't what I thought it would be, a gush of fluids coming out like it was when they induced me with Winnie. No, it wasn't that at all, which is why I didn't think my water had ruptured. But, after a few change of clothes and many hours later I decided to contact the on-call Dr. She decided that it would be a good idea for me to come in just to double check and make sure my water didn't break. Surprise surprise! The nurse was taken back the first time she tested me, but after the second test she confirmed that my membranes had ruptured and we were going to be admitted. What? Let the phone calls begin.

Friday night, they started me on a bunch of medicine. A steroid to help develop Darren's lungs, magnesium to slow down labor and to help Darren develop neurologically, a blood thinner so I would not get blood clots, an antibiotic, and some other fluids. And then began my "bed rest". Thankfully, I didn't get a catheter until later, so I was able to get up and walk from the bed to the bathroom. You need those few feet of steps when you're confined to one spot.

The next night, they gave me my second steroid shot, you only get 2, at 11:00 pm and was taken off magnesium by 11:30 which meant I was finally able to eat a cracker by midnight. I thank God I only got 2 of those shots because those suckers HURT. They are quite literally a pain in the butt. But they were for Darren, and I would get them again if I had to. :) 

Day 3 and I get to eat breakfast, shower, do my make-up.. feel normalish. It's truly amazing how a shower and make-up will make you feel a million times better than before. Day 3 was pretty normal, I had random pressure pains, but nothing I thought was a contraction. Later that evening the pain increased to a 3.5 on a scale of 1-10.

Day 4 was a good day. I got unhooked from all my IV fluids and the baby monitor. The Dr. came in and explained the "plan" to us, which was to keep Darren inside until he was 34 weeks old, which was Thanksgiving day. They wouldn't keep him in longer than that due to risk of infection for both baby and mom. Sounded good to us. We could wait.... That afternoon my back started hurting a little bit, so they laid a heating pad out for me. It was glorious, and so needed. The nurse said some preterm moms get their pain in their backs instead of their front, so it wasn't anything to be concerned about. They checked my uterus and Darren on the monitor and said that my uterus looked irritable, but no contractions, and Darren looked great.

Day 5, D-day. I went to bed the night before feeling a bit of pressure and some pain- 3.5 on the scale. The pain was steady with some relief throughout the night. I had the same pain in the morning but didn't think it was anything to call the Dr. about. Taylor headed off to work after we ate breakfast and I just hung out. I got a shower around 10:00 and by then, showers were starting to take all the energy out of me, so I knew I'd shower then go nap. So, I decided to shower and do my make-up again.. you know, it's the little things that make your day. By 11:30ish I was starting to have consistent pain in my abdomen area and so I let me nurse know. She hooked me back up to the baby monitor to check and make sure everything looked good. As she was walking out I asked for a fork so I could eat lunch. The nurse comes back and says, "I come baring your fork, but don't eat yet!".... Okay.... so then my other nurse came in and said it looked like I was having contractions and asked where my pain level was. By then, I think I said a 4.5 or 5. My explanation to my nurse was that it felt like Darren kept kicking me and the pressure of it was hurting so bad and was constant, but I didn't think it was a contraction. She had mentioned earlier that morning that because I've been losing amniotic fluid that there is less of a "bubble" or cushion for him to push out on so I would feel his kicks more. So that's all I thought it was. But to be sure and because the monitor looked like I was having contractions, she had the Dr. come in to check me.




Before the Dr. came in I called Taylor and explained that I was in pain and was going to be checked. So Taylor quickly signed off at work and headed over, I'm so glad he did! Dr. came in and checked me and looked up and said, "Well, you are 6 cm dilated. How fast can Taylor get here, we're going to go prep the OR." 6cm????!!!  Okay. So I called Taylor and he quickly got to the hospital and as soon as he got there they wheeled me into the OR.

Contractions started full-force at that point and didn't give me any breaks to breathe. Ask any mom, breathing through contractions is HARD TO DO. Then add getting a spinal where you are bent over into your nurse squeezing the life out of her sides, crying, leaking fluids you're not too sure what they are, and having to be still???? Oh man. Hardest part. But thank.you.Jesus. for spinals. I was finally able to lay down and let them get me ready because my body had finally gone numb. And, praise God, I took the medicine well and was able to stay awake. HUGE answer to prayers!!!

During my c-section Taylor held my hand and we talked about whatever came to mind. I felt sick a couple of times, but thankfully nothing came of it. I could feel tons of pressure but thankfully no true pain. The anesthesiologist later said he used every single medication he had on his tray to keep me down and not sick and to keep my BP up. I wanted to hug the life out of him for that. ;)

I was clueless to time, but lets say 30-45 minutes later, we heard he was out. They took him to his bed to clean him up and then we heard the most beautiful sound every.single.mother. wants to hear... their babies first cry! It was beautiful and little and made me cry. Taylor was able to cut the cord and once they cleaned him up they brought him over to me so I could kiss his little cheeks and say Hi. Then they wheeled him off to the NICU.

Back in the OR, they began their process of putting me back together. I later found out from the Dr. that I lost a lot of blood [which is why my BP was so low] and that there were some complications. He said I had what's called Placenta Accreta, webmd it if you wish. But in short, it's when the placenta is calcified and adhered to the muscle wall of the uterus, when it's supposed to adhere to the hormonal film of the uterus. Because of my placenta accreta the Dr. had to consider taking my uterus out during surgery. Thankfully, he did not. Because of the blood loss and my BP dropping low, the Dr. said I may have needed a blood transfusion. We were fine with whatever needed to happen to keep me safe. But God heard the continued and many prayers being lifted up and my blood count stayed the same and didn't go down (the next day) and so I didn't need a blood transfusion. Because of my placenta accreta, had we waited until Darren was 34 weeks or even full-term, it would have been detrimental to his life and mine. So, we are very thankful to God for his timing and that Darren and I are both safe and alive.

Once in recovery I was dosed with meds and had a great time talking with Taylor and my nurse. After about an hour, we were able to go see Darren. He was doing so well. Weren't able to hold him yet, but we were able to watch and talk to him. He was perfect.

Because of the complication of the Placenta Accreta, life for us with babies in the future will probably look different, but we are SO thankfully beyond words for what God has given us. I was told I wouldn't be able to get pregnant when we were trying for Winnie, then after Winnie, we found out I was pregnant with Darren, which was a surprise. God has his own story written out for us, and I am so thankful for those 2 little humans he's given us. If you have more questions about Placenta Accreta and what that looks like for me and us as a family, I'll happily talk with you about it. 

Friday [day 3, post Darren] we were discharged from the hospital. Since then, Darren has done incredible. He is breathing on his own, was taken off his glow blanket for jaundice, got his IV out, has had poopy diapers [!!] and is slowly growing, digesting his food and taking bottles.
















Our prayer request for Darren is that he would continue to grow in digesting his food, that he would grow in learning how to take bottles, and that he would be able to regulate his own temperature once taken out of the incubator. Pray also that he'll be able to come home in the next 3 weeks. :) May God continue to breathe life into our little boy!

I am doing okay. Life for me has been a whirlwind. Round-the-clock- pumping and balancing life at home and life at the NICU and also figuring out what life looks like for me and Winnie... it has not been easy. I've been extremely emotional because of all of it, and well I miss Winnie all.day.long. so that makes me emotional.....

Prayer request for me is that we would [I would] get the hang of our new "schedule" and what that looks like on a daily basis. That my time with Winnie, tho limited, would be sweet and cherished. And that I would rest, take naps, and listen to my body and slow down. I have to recover to be able to be there for Winnie and Darren, and that's a hard reality for me right now.

Prayer request for Taylor. Please keep Taylor in your prayers. He is my hero! He has taken on the role of caring for me, Winnie, Darren, the house, groceries, our schedule and so much more. Pray for grace and strength and wisdom for him. He is amazing and I couldn't do this without him!!

Prayer request for Winnie. Pray for my girl. Pray that this confusing time wouldn't be too hard on her. The coming and going and being tugged in different directions... pray that she wouldn't be affected by it too much. Pray that she would sense our love for her even though we are a little crazy right now. And pray that she would be a joy and blessing to those she stays with while we are at the hospital. I know this is a huge adjustment for her, and Darren isn't even home yet. I know she is little and may not remember all of this, but I want her to know we are here for her and she is loved and we aren't going to leave her again. flood gates opened. haha.

Prayer request for all of us. When we have the joy of bringing Darren home, please pray that the transition goes smoothly, for all of us.

Thank you all for your continued prayers!

Darren's story is so special to us and we couldn't be happier that he is here with us!! Praise God!


I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving!!!

July 17, 2013

Winnie's Birth Story

Being a mom is the best! I have always dreamed about being a mom, ever since I could remember. Now that I am, I am beyond blown away at God's gift to us! I am overwhelmed by His grace everyday, my cup overflows!! This is joy sent from Heaven, and because of how she came into the world, it makes being a mom extra special to me. 

Winnie has such a beautiful birth story. It is unique and I wouldn't change anything about it. 


Her birth story begins the Thursday before her birthday. At my last appointment my doctor said that because I was fully effaced and 4 cm dilated he felt comfortable giving Winnie the weekend to come, but if she didn't I would be induced Monday morning. Winnie did not make her appearance that weekend, so Sunday evening we prepared for our stay in the hospital. Monday morning we got up early, I got up to do my hair and make up, thinking it was going to be fairly quick and pictures would be taken and yada yada yada.... not the case. That morning Taylor made me some toast, but with my nerves peaking I couldn't eat but half of it, which I paid for later. We left the house, I was feeling amazing!! I was 4 cm dilated and had no pain so far. I thought, this will be easy.... it wasn't. 

soon after active labor started
We arrived at the hospital at 7:20am and they got us situated in our room and prepared me to be induced. At 8:00am the doctor on call broke my water. It was hilarious! When they broke my water my immediate response was "OH MY GOSH!!!! I'M SO HAPPY THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IN MY BED!" haha. That gave the nurses, doctor and Taylor a good laugh. I was for real though, I could not have imagined leaving my house knowing all that mess was in my bed. It was a pain-free process, having your water broken, and that began active labor. 

Active labor started off pretty easy. I felt great and every once and a while would have a small cramp feeling that took my breath away, but I could talk through it. It wasn't until a few hours later when it started to hurt. Friends, family, doctors, nurses... they don't prepare you for the pain you are about to feel. And how can they? A friend was right, they do feel like the worst period cramps of your life, at first... For me, pain started and it felt like the worst cramp ever, but then it got way more intense and more painful. Plus, I was exhausted! Contractions take everything out of you. So a few hours in I was having trouble staying awake. I would fall asleep in between contractions, to be woken up by each contraction in a ton of pain. I would shake uncontrollably and grab Taylor's arm then let go, then wave my arm in the air (for some reason that helped relieve pain- made for a good laugh to those watching). Nine hours later, the pain was so much and I was so tired that I needed a break. My doctor came in to check to see how far I had progressed and I had only gone from 4 cm to 6 cm. I decided at that point to get an epidural.

My plan from the beginning was to go in doing it natural, but to not say no to medicine if I needed it. I have a low pain tolerance, so the fact I made it that far was incredible. Taylor and I talked it over for probably 30 seconds and made the decision to have the anesthesiologist come join the party and give me a break. That was the longest 45 minutes ever! From telling the nurse we want the epidural to actually getting it and having it numb me was so hard. I had about 20 contractions in the waiting time and those seemed to be the worst. Thankfully, the nurse we had was amazing. She made me grab hold of her top as she stood between my legs and I leaned into her. I cried because you aren't supposed to move during an epidural, but it felt near impossible when contractions would hit. The guy was good at his job, he got me numb (which was the worst part of the epidural) and then gave me the epidural, which I didn't even feel.

after the epidural - fall risk!
After getting my epidural it seemed to numb my left leg pretty quickly, but not my right. I also had a 'hot spot' which is an area in the numbing section that doesn't get numb. I could feel everything in the area and it hurt so much. But, by God's grace and kindness, by the end of 2 hours, both legs were numb and the hot spot finally numbed enough for me to rest. The doctor came in to check how I was progressing.... I had gone from 6 cm to 10 cm in a matter of 2 hours and she said it was time to start pushing. Eeeek! 

Pushing is exhausting! Only moms who have done it will understand. It.is.crazy.hard. I thought I was tired before... I started pushing and within the first hour we could see Winnie's head. She was about 1 inch from being out! Sadly though, with every push she got closer, but then once I would breath again she would be rocked back up. :( This continued for 2.5 hours, 3.5 hours total. We tried every position possible. And in the midst of pushing and that taking everything out of me (except my baby ;)) I ended up getting sick 3 times. We had about 7 or 8 nurses in there and the doctor at one time trying to help. The doctor came in again after 3 hours and said because both mom and baby are doing well and because I was so determined, I could push an extra 30 minutes. The maximum time for pushing is 3 hours, but she let me go 30 minutes longer. In the last hour and half I had no strength to hold my legs and arms up. Thankfully with Taylor on one side and some nurses on the other, they were able to keep my legs up. In this entire process, I just kept saying to myself, "Nothing is impossible with God, nothing is impossible with God. You are my strength. Help me Lord!" He had a plan through it all. God's ways are always faithful and always good!

The last half hour my doctor was with me observing and checking inside trying to figure out why Winnie wasn't coming out. At the end of 3.5 hours of pushing, getting sick, seeing her head and yet no progress of her coming out, the doctor explained to us what was wrong and told us we had to prepare for the alternative. She explained to us that the bones on my pelvic bone that are supposed to open, didn't open, which explains why Winnie was being rocked back and forth and not coming out. The doctor said that because of this, I had to go in for a c-section. 

Taylor asked the doctor and nurses to give us some privacy to talk... once they left Taylor and I looked at each other and both cried and cried. We couldn't say no to the c-section, but I could tell by looking at Taylor, he was afraid and unsure what to think. We were not planing on this at all. The doctor gave us about 15 minutes to talk with family. After Taylor explained to everyone in the waiting room what was going on, my sister was the first to come talk to me. She has had 3 c-sections. She walked in crying and we hugged and cried and she told me everything was going to be okay. Then everyone else came in and the family prayed over me Winnie and Taylor.

They wheeled me off to the Operating Room.

Taylor's view
They laid me on the table and prepped me for surgery and began their practice pricks and I told the doctor I could feel the pricks and lots of pressure. So they gave me more medicine and afterwards I threw up 3 more times. Because I wasn't responding well to the medicine and you can't be throwing up during a surgery, they decided I had to be put to sleep. All I said was, "That sounds amazing, all I want is to take a nap." haha I was tired y'all! So they put me to sleep and about 90 minutes later after I was awake and not all loopy, I held my baby girl for the first time. I wept. I never knew I could feel like I did. A love I never fully knew. A small glimpse of the Father's love for us as His children.

[A part of a letter Taylor wrote to Winnie --
"....they had to put her to sleep; and I wasn't allowed to come in the OR, having to wait at the desk.
I spent the next 30 minutes praying SO hard, asking God to protect you and mom, to guide the Dr.’s hands, and to fill that OR and hospital with His Spirit. After 30 minutes passed, I heard you cry for the first time, YOU WERE HERE!!!! The Dr.’s took about 15 minutes to clean you up, then the door opened and I got to see my sweet Winnie, my daughter, YOU! You were crying so very hard, but when the nurses handed you to me, and you were in my arms, you stopped crying immediately when I began talking to you [you knew my voice]. Your eyes opened up and we just looked at each other. I cried and cried; so full of joy and love for you. Nothing I can say adequately describes the feeling that I had and still have towards you. Only a parent can understand the depth of the love that I felt towards you as soon as I laid my eyes on you."]


The moment we met! 
They wheeled us back into our room where we were greeted by her grandma's, Gigi and Grandma Sandy. Soon after, the family made there way in and met sweet Winnie. What a glorious moment that was for us. She was finally here!



Winifred Ann Brown
June 10, 2013
@ 10:56pm
7 lbs, 13 oz, 21 in

The next day the nurses and pediatrician told us that Winnie was jaundice and her levels were high. I began to breastfeed her, colostrum was in and I was able to get her to latch and drink a little bit, but it wasn't enough. They explained to us that we needed to start supplementing her with formula to help flush out the jaundice. At first this was hard, I was so against giving her formula and bottle feeding because I wanted her to be breastfed. We did what we were told, but it was unsuccessful.



The pediatrician told us the next afternoon that her levels were still high and we would have to increase the formula intake and also keep her on a glow bed to help her color. At that point I didn't care anymore about whether she was formula/bottle fed or breastfed, I just wanted her to get better. So we began feeding her as much as she would take. The hardest part was keeping her in her glow bed for an entire day when all I wanted to do was hold her. The glow bed dehydrated her, so it became a tricky process of getting enough fluids in her so she would start using the bathroom.



With the help of a thermometer and a ton of fluids, she began using the bathroom! The 4th day, when I was discharged and Winnie became the patient, we went with the nurse as she pricked our little girls foot again. They were doing another test to see how she had progressed. Thankfully, the next day the pediatrician told us her levels had come down and we could go home!!





Our tiny girl is healthy, meeting her "goals" as an infant. She has gone through 2 phases of growth spurts, which haven't been easy, but we have gotten through them. :) I grow more and more in love with her every second of every day. This is the life!!!

[Two of my favorite photos!!]





Mommy loves you sweet girlie!!! You were worth every second of labor day. I will never forget it. <3