The Miracle of Seth

Yesterday Seth was 9. Do you know how amazing that is. I was told he would not make it...3 times.

When I was pregnant with Seth one day, I didn't feel right. It was the Summer , I think(I was hot), and I thought I just needed a nap.
I had three busy children and I had worked out. I also moved food storage around. I felt some pain, so I laid down..... I feel asleep.
I heard the phone ring , but I was in that kind of sleep that was hard to get out of and there was pain. The phone was ringing over and over. I remember thinking why won't the machine get it.

It was Sister Hubner asking to borrow something for girls camp. I mumble "of course" and noticed the pool of blood.

I was 13 weeks.

It was a long drive to Dr Fichter's. I remember thinking..is this the dress I am going to loose my baby in. I had a blessing from Scott. No promises that our baby would make it. Loooong silent drive.

Dr. Fichter told me I had ripped my sac off my uterus wall. There was an 11 cm tear and part of my placenta was gone too. The whole practice immediately became my "team." He left the room and Scott gave me another blessing. We were told that our baby would make it. That all would be ok.
In the meeting that immediately followed -all the Drs. spoke on "what and ifs"... They determined that he was and "inevitable abortion." my head was buzzing and my world was whirling. I was there, but kind of watching the whole thing as if it were on TV.

Dr Fichter stood up and said that this baby will be born, and that he didn't want anymore negative discussion around their client... He turned to me and told me that they would do everything on their end and if I did my job, it would be fine. He had the Spirit.
The was one women doctor...started with and "H'" ,I think, who was ...let's just say.. not on board.

Bed rest, hemorrhaging, weekly appts w/bi monthly ultrasounds, and watching my children from the couch became my life for the next LOOOOOOONG while. I remember the excitement of being upgraded to "pelvic rest," and the pain of the look of fear on Alex's face one day- when I collapsed in blood.

One time I had to go in for a problem, and I got the Dr H. Chick. She told me that it was too bad and that my baby WAS an inevitable abortion and either "she could take care of 'it' " or I could go home and let nature take it's course. I went home.
I called Dr Fichter and she was reprimanded. I told him I never wanted her to touch me or to see her again, and he protected me. I love that man.

I was told that as the baby grew, my sac would not be able to handle the weight. The blood made me go into labor at 24 weeks.
The nurse in the ER asked why I was having a baby if I already had a large family...hahaha. If only she could see me now.

They stopped it , but at 33 weeks my water broke and 1/2 hour later the nurse was yelling at Scott to push the emergency blue button to get help for the fast delivery. Scott is, being colorblind, stood confused as the nurse delivered our son. Seth.

Weeks and months of in and out of the NICU followed, but he was doing it. We just had some work to do. He was born at 8# 11 oz ,they needed to get a special incubator for the NICU. He was too big.

My body panicked at the loss of the placenta and tried to over compensate by over pumping nourishment into him. He was born with too much blood in his system. It was like sludge to him. The Drs experimented on the amount of blood withdrawal from his umbilical cord. With too much blood his liver couldn't kick in either and his belly rubens were "dangerously high."
He made it....cuz he 's a trooper.

Over the first two years, Seth has such bad breathing problems, that we had to get home care a few times. He was too sick to go to the hospital for fear of a secondary infection. Again, 2 times we were told by nurses that he wouldn't make it through the night.

To the world he may be the odd ,even quirky kid who is friendly and personable. Aspberger and slightly obsessive compulsive with the precursors of skitzophrenia.
To me, he is a tender mercy from Heavenly Father, who has beaten the odds numerous times.
He is 9.
and i love him.