The background on events leading up to that night...
The week before he was born, we learned at our regular doctor's appointment that Tate had an irregular heartbeat. After a fetal ecko with a cardiologist, we knew that everything was formed correctly with his heart but something else was causing the irregularity. Our doctor and the cardiologist both assumed it had to do with his cord being twisted or having pressure on it somewhere. Our doctor then wanted to see us weekly to watch it and told us at our appointment on Wed. the 25th that we would probably have to take him early to avoid putting too much strain on his heart. I was given a steroid shot to help him mature faster and be ready for an early arrival. Zach was supposed to give me a second dose on Thursday...that didn't happen! We made our peace with that and assumed we would have another 3-4 weeks before he would come...very wrong!
That night, the 25th, I went upstairs to get ready for bed and took my phone with me. A few minutes later I called Zach because I was 99% sure my water broke. He came upstairs flustered and scared and we called our doctor on her cell phone. She said she would meet us at the hospital. I knew it was bad but did not expect Tate to be born a few hours later.
We arrived at the ER at about 10:30 and our doctor got there just before 11:00. She checked me and told us I would be having a c-section that night. That was one of the scariest things I have ever heard. I knew that 7 weeks early was not a good thing. She told me that he had to come and there was nothing we could do, but that she felt confident he would be okay.
Zach made some phone calls to some very surprised and scared parents, signed some forms, and met me in the operating room. By the time he got to me I had already been given my epidural and was in panic mode...so worried about Tate. Less than 5 minutes after Zach got to the room, I was cut open and about 10 minutes later Tate was out of me, screaming, and Zach left with him at my request. I was much calmer after hearing him scream and seeing him for a few seconds...long enough to kiss his cheek (which I have not been able to do since).
As they were getting ready to sew me up, they started taking pictures...kind of strange...then showed me one on the camera screen and explained that my uterus has a problem. Apparently it is heart shaped and that happens to less than 1% of women...it was formed that way before I was born. Due to the shape, the baby runs out of space quicker...hence the early arrival. It is something that generally can't be diagnosed unless someone physically looks at your uterus...like during an emergency c-section. I have been told that I can have more children but will have to have a surgical procedure before another pregnancy and will never be able to carry a child to full-term, but will steroid preparation during pregnancy and the surgery it is safe to try again. That is something that Zach and I will approach prayerfully in a few years. For the time being we just want our little boy home!
Since being in the NICU, Tate has impressed the doctors. That fact that he has breathed on his own since birth is very impressive for a 33 week preemie and especially impressive for a boy. He also was back over his birth weight at 5 days...another impressive move from our little fighter. The doctors were hoping for him to gain 20-25 grams daily, but the last two days he has gained 50 and then 40 grams!! Again...he is a superstar! At this rate he will be home much sooner than the month we were initially told...hopefully in another week or so.
This has been, by far, the hardest thing I have ever had to do. To leave your baby at the hospital and only be able to see him twice a day for less than an hour is heartbreaking. His progress and the love and prayers of so many have helped me so much. I am having to take medicine for high blood pressure right now...due to stress...but that will pass eventually. I am trying to be calm!! Zach has been amazing to me through all of this. He lets me cry every night and his love for Tate warms my heart. We feel so very blessed and are already more than in love with Tate. We can't wait to have him home and feel like real parents!!
Yesterday we were each able to hold Tate for the first time. I can't even put that into words...8 days of waiting was enough! Zach was also able to take a picture of him...the NICU here is very strict, which is for the best. So enjoy our first photo of little Tate...notice the dimple and mohawk, my favorite parts!! The tube in his mouth goes to his stomach and is how he is fed right now. Once he gains a bit more weight he will be able to start bottle/breast feeding. Right now they don't want him to expend that much energy to eat...baby steps for our baby.
Thanks to everyone for the prayers and love...keep them coming. We hope to have Tate home in the next week or so. After that there will be many photos of his handsome face!



