We do not do anything in celebration of St. Patrick's Day.....other than wearing some green. I wanted to share a little story about what this day means to me. My grandmother, when she was living, would always have the family to her house the week-end before St. Patrick's Day and she would serve us the traditional corned beef and cabbage. We did look forward to that day and miss it now that she is no longer with us.
St. Patrick's Day 19 years ago....we had our traditional corned beef/cabbage and at the end of the day, Dave and I went home. I was 7 months pregnant with Chelsea at the time. After we were home a bit, I started getting some very severe pain that was pretty much non ceasing. I had never been in labor before, but was pretty certain it was not labor pains because the pain was too high up. We thought for sure it must have been some kind of horrible indigestion from the corned beef!! I could not even sit the pain was so bad, so I just paced and did not know what to do. After a few hours of this, I called my OB. I was young at the time(23) and reluctant to call the doctor at such a late hour...almost midnight. She told me that if it did not go away, I was to get myself to the ER. I waited another hour or so and then called her back telling her I could no longer bear the pain...she met us at the ER.
Let me back track to clarify the title of this post. I knew something was not right while I was carrying Chelsea. I voiced my concerns and they were dismissed. I had an OB appointment just days before this episode and the doc(not mine) that saw me scheduled an Ultrasound for a week later. Why? Because I insisted to her that my stomach did not seem to be growing at all. She measure it and agreed. I felt uneasy that she did not send me immediately for that US. Why wait a week? But again...I was young and weren't doctors always right?? That was my first lesson in Mommy's intuition A gift given to us by God...for very good reason! Animals and Humans both posess this amazing gift. Also, my first lesson in the fact that Doctor's are human, too...therefore make mistakes.
So, needless to say...we never made it through that week for the ultrasound. My Chelsea was born 7 weeks early and I was told that because of what I had, referred to as HELP Syndrome... was causing her to get no nutrients whatsoever for weeks prior to that...hence no growth. The end result without delivery would be death to mother and child. Delivery was the only cure. My liver was starting to fail and she was is distress. I was transferred to a hospital with a well know NICU. They induced the labor and my first daughter was born. I am so thankful to God that He helped Chels overcome all of the things that could have hindered a child born before she was supposed to be. We love you Chels!
Thanks for letting me share my St. Patrick's Day story with you. Chels will be 19 this Friday and we are going down to see her and celebrate.
Spring is coming!! : )
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
posted at 9:53 AM