Once we finally made the hard decision to try for Krische #2, everything went by at lightening speed.
I got pregnant a month later and immediately had to start seeing the same Perinatologist we saw with Colston for an early first trimester screening, then we were seeing them every four weeks.
Samuel was slowly growing less and less and soon the doctors became concerned. This was called IUGR, Intrauterine Growth Restriction. Yet another four letter acronym we had to live with. The placenta was also small and not giving him the nutrients he needed to grow.
So now were we not only nervous to see if Samuel was going to have a heart defect, we were concerned he was not going to make it to full term.
Now I was being seen weekly.
Thanks be to God at our 19 week appointment, we were finally able to get a good look at the heart and found it perfectly healthy. We were so thankful that now all we had to focus on was helping Samuel grow and make it to term.
Every check up was greeted with good results and we estimated him to come around 38 weeks. I already had a cesarean with Colston so I was no stranger to them and it needing to be done so the baby comes into the world safely and under the least amount of stress as possible.
It was the week before my scheduled c-section and Colston wasn’t feeling well. I thought he was just teething but he didn’t want to eat and since heart babies dehydrate faster, I wanted to take him in just to be safe.
Colston’s pediatrician didn’t like the way he winced when she touched his stomach so she promptly sent us to the hospital to get a chest x-ray.
Well, low and behold the chest x-ray revealed that Colston had a hole in his diaphragm about the size of a dime, that he likely had since birth and just went unnoticed, and his intestines were being pushed through it.
He needed emergency surgery the following morning.
I hate to say it, but when the doctor told me, I just laughed. I mean, what else was I to do? This seemed pretty par for the course as far as life’s curve balls that we get thrown. Sobbing about it was only going to put stress on the baby.
The surgery was fairly quick and we were hoping for Colston to recover quick. He had recovered from his last open heart surgery in ten days so this should be a piece of cake right? His brother was coming in six days, he HAD to get better.
Three days into recovery and he wasn’t getting any better. He still wasn’t eating and was extremely irritable which isn’t his personality at all.
Turns out he had an infection.
Part of his intestines that got pulled back through to where it belonged, was becoming necrotic. The surgeon had to go back in and remove the dead parts.
Finally Colston was returning to his normal self and starting to eat but it wouldn’t be until Samuel was four days old that Colston could come home and we could all be a family again.
The hospital Colston was at was about 30 minutes away from the hospital I had to deliver Samuel at so my husband was doing a lot of back and forth driving.
We are so blessed to have our parents in the area so luckily we had a lot of help. We also have the most beautiful friends and neighbors that brought us about ten days worth of freezer meals.
This is really when everything we’ve gone through in the last sixteen months started to catch up with me and really hit me.
Read more about it soon on my next post about my post partum anxiety.
OH! And Samuel was 6 pounds 5 ounces when he was born and he hasn’t stopped since. He is now six months (at the date of this writing, 5/27/17) and in nine month clothes. We call him Moose.
His birth itself was a walk in the park. His big brother Colston wanted all the attention though.