Just like our children, no two birth stories are exactly the same. As we share them, we feel a connection, particularly as we face the unexpected, the unplanned, and the uncontrollable.
Knowing we’re not alone is a key component of community. Many of you have generously submitted elements from your own experiences. In honor of Mother’s Day, we’re sharing and honoring your stories. Today is a selection from those who have faced early or premature births.
“Ups and downs, tears and triumphs” (Marnie, Michigan)
After five years of trying to conceive, five rounds of IUI, three rounds of IVF and one miscarriage, I found out on December 18th that I was pregnant. Eight weeks before my due date, at about 8:00 p.m., the contractions started. I had my eyes closed for most of the ride to the hospital. I kept thinking, “I am just dehydrated. They will fix it and I will go home and relax.” Sure enough, I was but as a precaution, the doc examined me. That did it, water broke and I was being admitted to try and keep the baby in as long as they could.
My sweet boy had other plans. He was born July 2, 2012 at 6:40am weighing 4lbs, 13 oz. The doctors and nurses rushed him away. He was breathing on his own and they were very hopeful. “It will get worse before it gets better” is what they kept telling us; the next day, he took a turn for the worse and was placed on a ventilator. We were surprised to come in the next morning to find him off the vent. With a lot of ups and downs, tears and triumphs, coupled with the amazing nurses and doctors in the NICU and the fact that he is such a fighter, we are now home and enjoying our miracle.
“Our little miracle” (Paula, Tennessee)
On October 11, 2012 my daughter’s son was born. He was three months early and only weighed 2 lbs, 2 oz. We could easily have lost both of them. My daughter got very sick that morning and when she went to the hospital she was told she had a urinary tract infection. When I got home she was hurting badly, and within a few minutes she was violently ill. I told her partner to take her to the hospital and call us – that was around 8:00 that evening. About 45 minutes later they called and said she was having the baby. My husband and I raced to the hospital. The baby was born at 10:35 p.m. He is now 13 months old and thriving every day. I am thankful every day for our little miracle and hope no other grandmother or mother would have to go through that.
“My little Peanut” (Mary, Maine)
I had gone to the doctor’s office for a routine check-up towards the end of my pregnancy. An hour after my appointment began, my doctor told me that she had to induce me that day instead of the following week–my little Peanut had a failed placenta.
I was hooked up to machines, IVs, and was strapped with so many bracelets that they irritated my skin. As I lay in the maternity ward, I had no more fear; it was time, and there was no turning back. All I could do was remain calm. The next morning I had my best friend and my father there with me as my doctor looked over my charts and noticed that my baby’s heart rate had dropped. I was immediately taken to surgery.
At 11:19 a.m. on November 4th, I gave birth
via c-section to my 5 pound 9.4 ounce, red-headed, angel girl. As soon as she was out, I felt my world’s directional pull veer sharply in her direction, where ever she went. She is now six months old and doing very well. I dream that one day there will be no reason for a child to die—not SIDs, failed placenta, or anything.
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Thank you, friends, for sharing your stories with us! Look out for our Mother’s Day Gift Guide later this week that will help mothers around the world. You can also join our partners, the March of Dimes in the fight against premature birth.
Sending gratitude for mothers everywhere!