Wednesday afternoon I received my ultrasound report from my earlier appointment. After reading the report I was filled full of fear, panic and worry. The report concluded that the cyst on the baby’s brain is rather large and “worrisome”. My placenta has increased vascularization exceeding into the myometrium and in certain spots all the way thru the uterine wall. With the ending diagnosis of the report being, “possible placenta increta/percreta with complete placenta previa”! I knew it was a possibility but never did I think I had the worst case scenario. I figured maybe it was just placenta accreta.
That evening I was beyond stressed and believe that stress is what kicked in the contractions and cramping. After being in unbearable pain, we decided to head to the hospital. Once there I was hooked up to the contraction monitors, and could see I was having consistent contractions about every 3 minutes. The doctor quickly ordered an ultrasound to check on my placenta location. The doctor came back in and said, “this is a miracle” my placenta is no longer a complete previa (diagnosed just days before) and is just low-lying, also I wasn't dilated or effaced. We were relieved with the news, and praised God for this victory. Now, we could focus on stopping these contractions. After some fluid and dose of medicine, I was on my way back home. That night the contractions still continued, but were irregular in spacing. Once I got up and moved around the contractions hit me like a ton of bricks! As I was lying down again, all of a sudden there was a small gush of fluid. I instantly knew it was my water. I know the smell of amniotic fluid after having 5 kids, I was an expert! I began to panic and told my husband something’s not right, we need to go see the doctor right away. After dropping the kids off at Giselle’s house, we headed to the doctor. After one simple test, the doctor came back into the room with a box of tissues. Instantly my heart sank! He said he was sorry and it was in fact my bag of waters that had been broken. He then proceeded to tell me, he called the larger hospital, and the high risk doctor is expecting me. He also informed me there was an Obstetric Oncologist Surgeon standing by for surgery. He continued to explain that this placenta condition I have is serious and will require a hysterectomy, and that the high risk doctor brings in the Oncologist Surgeon for these specific cases. This is where it gets fuzzy, I remember collapsing into my husbands arms in the hallway and sobbing. The car ride to the larger hospital was a quite ride. I made a few phone calls, and the rest of the time just prayed.
We arrived at the hospital; got three more tests done to confirm it was amniotic fluid I was leaking, which all came back positive. Immediately I met the high risk doctor who began discussing my care plan. I was to get an ultrasound done to view my placenta positioning, an MRI done to assess how deep the placenta is attached and to prepare for surgery. After the doctor left I remember heading to the bathroom and dropping to my knees in prayer. I begged God for His mercy, I begged Him for His strength, and I begged Him to not take my womb! (At this time it was pretty set in stone by the medical team the baby was not going to survive!) The prayers that filled that hospital room were simply beautiful. I headed off to the ultrasound room and got a detailed picture done of my placenta and fluid level. The doctor took one look and said “I don’t see anything abnormal with your placenta!” PRAISE GOD! Next he said “your fluid level is normal.” PRAISE GOD! Finally he said, “I am going to call off the Oncology Surgeon!” PRAISE GOD! At that moment I felt the Lord’s hand holding mine! I knew HE WAS HERE! I headed back to my hospital bathroom floor and again fell to my knees lifting up praises to my Father in heaven.
Later that evening I headed down to get an MRI, just to ease the doctor’s minds about the placenta plantation. During the MRI scan I talked with God like I’ve never done so before. I recited scripture, quotes about His goodness; all while being shoved into a small tunnel told to hold still. It was a long hour, but an hour I needed to commune with the Lord! Also, this was the first time I could feel the baby moving around and kicking within! He knows just what we need in the hour of trials! I met with my husband again after the MRI and to see his eyes filled with tears, I knew he too met with the Lord. He wrote a letter to the baby during this time, that I have yet to read. Hopefully when we are rejoicing with our little one, I can read that letter. It was a long night! I was restricted from food and water during the night, in case the MRI findings came back abnormal and surgery was to be preformed. I prayed for the MRI to be perfectly clear, that the Radiologist who read my scan would be a man/woman of faith and be given the eyes of God to see that the placenta is indeed normal.
By morning there were no results from the MRI still. I was tired, hungry, and still standing on the edge. But my leaking had stopped, contractions were gone, for this we were thankful. Noon arrived and a social worker came in to discuss going home. My face lit up, of course I wanted to go home! Being away from my 5 kids is heart wrenching and undo-able for this momma. I NEED to hear their laughter, I NEED to see their faces, and I NEED to be there to wipe their tears. I can’t do that from the hospital bed, God was working on answering our plea of returning home! Next the high risk doctor came in, and said “you got your miracle” the placenta is normal! I think the whole room took a sigh of relief and then said out loud “PRAISE THE LORD!” He asked if I would like to go home, and of course I said YES! I was then told I have 75% chance going into labor within one week. If I don’t go into labor I then run the risk of infection. I will need to be monitored by my OBGYN doctor on a regular basis. He said I have no restrictions and to “just live life.” The medical staff has really no hope for this baby. But God has already worked miracles and I don’t believe he’s stopping anytime soon.
These last days have been an emotional roller coaster, but we are hanging on. My husband has been my rock through all this, he’s never lost hope. He’s taken over ALL household duties, and makes sure I’m resting, drinking, and eating. I really married an amazing guy! My love for him has never been stronger than it is now! I’ve begun an intense vitamin/supplement regimen in hopes to strengthen my amniotic sac, replenish any fluid that was lost, and get my immune system in tip top shape to avoid infection.
We really have no idea what to expect from here, but I do know as long as we have breath we have hope! Everyday is a victory, and the glory is Gods alone! We are beyond humbled and thankful for all the prayers, and food that has been dropped off. We feel very blessed! My husband is back to work, and “resting” with 5 kids is a little difficult, but I know God will lead and provide for us like He’s already done.
If you believe in the power of prayer and healing these are the specific things we are asking for:
- The baby would continue to grow and thrive
- No infection to set in
- No contractions or labor pains
- Amniotic fluid to remain at a normal level
- A supportive and God-fearing care team
- And last but not least peace and complete trust in our Creator!