September 2nd was the sunday before the pig roast. I cooked for that night and prepared for the next day. I felt great and even stayed up till 3 am playing games. The pig was amazing like always and I got spend time with Hannah. Life was great and having a three day weekend with John was amazing.
Life got back to normal on Tuesday. I went into Rolla with John, I got my hair cut, went to my scheduled doctors appointment, then went shopping. While at my appointment my blood pressure was high and protein was found in my urine. The doctor was concerned with pre-eclampsia, so he ordered some tests and wanted me back in 48 hours. He was not too concerned thinking we caught it early on. Two hours after my appointment I was on my way home. I was on the phone with someone when the doctors office called. I figured they will leave a message, the phone call was important (I think) within 10 minutes the doctors office called back so I ended the other call and answered. The results from my blood tests had already come back and I needed to come in to Labor and Delivery to get set up then I needed to get shipped to St. Mary's in St. Louis immediately. My platelets where very low and my liver enzymes were way to high. I then called John and packed while he headed home. 7 o'clock I was in the Rolla hospital, then I was off to St. Louis. While there they had me on magnesium (which I reacted to very badly. I looked like a cherry from my head to belly botton and I was really hot) to make sure I did not have a seizure, a steroid (which i don't remember the name) to bring my platelets down, and a regular saline bag to keep me hydrated. They took blood every six hours. Between the first and second blood test my platelets took a nose dive. I was under continues monitoring and poking for three days. My veins were so worn out that at one time I had 6 nurses in my room patting and squeezing to try an find something.
On Friday the 7th the my platelets got to a safe level to deliver. Amos was breech so they first wanted to try and turn him. They did this by lifting his feet out of my pelvic bone then pushing/pulling on his head. Lets just say he did not cooperate and I have battle wounds just from that. They ended up taking him by cesarian. They had to do it under general anesthesia instead of an epidural due to my platelets still being low. At 4:40 Amos James was delivered. He was 4 lbs and 6 oz measuring in at 17 inches long.
I was held in the hospital for 4 more days. On Tuesday the 11th At 6:00 I was released. I spent 6 days and 23 hours in some sort of hospital bed. Under doctors orders I came home Tuesday night for a "good" nights sleep in my own bed. We were back up in STL the next da checking on him at 1:00 am. Watching how well Amos ate and his weight gain we waited until he could come home with us. The 15th we got a call saying if he eats well for us 2 times he can leave. His second feeding he did not do well at all. So we were there another day. Finally at 12:16 on the 16th of september I signed his discharge papers and we were on our way home. So a total of 11 days and 17 hours and 16 min (about) we were in STL or waiting to come home.
We are home and I have a beautiful, healthy baby boy and we are ready to sleep in our own bed with Amos home.
A big thank you goes to all of you who called, visited, took care of the house, and prayed for all to go well. God has shown his love and power through all of this.
