The day our heart stopped.

This date 6 years ago we brought our girl home from the hospital. This was not her birth date but it was the day she came home. Our oldest girl Abbi was born soooo sick. The minute she was born we could tell by the way the Dr and nurses was acting that she wasn't doing well. At that very moment it felt as though my heart was stopping. Nothing at that time mattered it seemed as though everything that was going on was a blur. The nurses and doctors began telling us things but all I could do was focus on this little life.

This picture was taken immediately after her birth. You can see towels and blankets thrown on the floor in the rush. I still cry looking at this.

I remember rushing to the nursery while Buffy was still in the delivery room. Her every breath was a struggle. Her little chest moved up and down so hard. At that time it seemed hard for me to breath as well. It was as if for that moment my lungs were in sync with hers. The monitors, the beeping, needles and tubes were hooked into her so fast. I felt so helpless. I tried to pray but that even seemed impossible for my focus was on Abbi.



After the initial panic was slowing I could tell that Abbi would have to fight for her life. As people came to see her we were still in the nursery closely watching her stats and just standing there helpless. While Buffy's family came to visit she went outside the nursery and they looked through the glass. All of a sudden Abbi tensed up and her stats dropped so rapidly. I felt as if that moment was the last I would see her to be honest. The nurse rushed while working on her and called the Dr. I wanted to throw up but at the same time I would not. Finally her stats jumped back to normal and the Dr. reassured us that she had a seizure. Although that was bad I still felt some better.

Abbi had Oxygen, IVs, monitors hooked up to her and at the same time she had jaundice.

That night we tried to rest. I couldn't the very minute I would fall asleep I would wake up in a panic. I would rush to the nursery and just watch her. Her little chest continued to move up and down so hard (aspirating). The minute they would try to take her oxygen down her stats would drop. I wanted to cry but couldn't. I can still hear that machine beep as her stats would drop. I would pray that her levels would stay high but nothing ever happened.

Well each day would come and go and the same stats each day. Finally one night a nurse named Rena was bound and determined to help her get off the oxygen. She sit right by Abbi's bed all night and just continued to work and work with her. The next morning Abbi was off Oxygen and oh was that the greatest relief. I could breathe at last. I praised God for listening to my mumbled prayers. He knew what we needed and he answered them. We finally got to take her home and that day to me was almost worth celebrating more than her birthday. As each birthday comes and goes for Abbi I can't help but remember those scary moments.

She is six! (B-day Picture)

Now Abbi is a strong and beautiful little girl growing so fast. She is becoming a young lady way to fast but in the same breath I praise God she is. Once again thank you God for our little miracle!