Friday, February 11th

February 11, 2011- I awoke at 4:20 in the morning to water pouring out of my body. I knew what it was the moment it happened, though I couldn't quite make sense of how this could be happening when I'm only 21 weeks along. Once your water breaks you have to get the baby out, right? If he comes out now, he's too under-developed to survive....I sat with these thoughts for a few minutes and then woke Jason up. We subsequently rushed to the nearest ER. Upon entrance, they ran tests for infection and performed an ultra sound, which confirmed my water had indeed broken. There was no way to identify the cause. And this was not a small leak. 100% of my fluid was gone. He will reproduce fluid as I intake it, but it will continue to leak out. The toughest part of the news was that my son was still 3 weeks from "viability," meaning that if he was born now, he would not survive. We could only wait and pray that for 3 more weeks, infection didn't set in and I didn't go into labor. After 3 weeks, if he comes, they can intervene to help him survive. There's still the issue of the fluid, however. See, even if we make it 3 weeks with no infection and no labor, his lungs can't develop without the presence of fluid. So all we can do is wait for God to do a miracle. Seal up the rupture to allow the amniotic sack to refill with fluid....or develop my son in the absence of the fluid, so he can survive when he's forced to come out here. And so our journey begins....

Sunday, February 20, 2011

10 Days Until Admission

We had quite a scare last night. I was cramping for about two and a half hours before I called the nurse. I knew it was my body starting labor, before she told me. I began praying. See the past few days I've grown weary and have even said "I just wish this was over." Immediately I apologized to God for those words. I don't want it to be over. That's just doubt and weakness. I want to make it 10 more days to get into the hospital and then 4 more weeks so he has a strong chance at survival. If the power of life and death is in the tongue, we have to be careful what we say out loud. Especially someone like me who has a strong power of intention. Most things I speak about wanting, come to pass. So from here on out, even in my weariness, I will not speak of anything resembling giving up. That was simply too scary. Anyway, the nurse said ibuprofen has been shown successful in stopping labor and instructed me to take 600mg every 6 hours for 24-48 hours, as needed. I also have to be sure to check my temperature before doses because ibuprofen can mask infection symptoms. I am OK to stay at home unless the cramps get unbearable, I spike a temperature, or I begin spotting. Within about an hour of taking the ibuprofen, the cramping died way down. As of this morning, I don't have any. I need everyone's prayers to keep this labor away. I know very well that it is a persistent little process and it doesn't give up easily. We need it to stay away!

Thanking God for stopping last night and giving us another day to fight. Baby was kicking me quite a bit after it stopped. He's kicking me quite a bit as I type this. Poor guy must be wondering what's been going on in there. Stay strong mister. We have to keep you in there for a while longer.....

Often times, in my weariness, I struggle to find words to pray. I find worship songs help give me the words I don't have. This is my song today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbSMfL5LuSo&feature=related
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  1. StefanyFebruary 20, 2011 at 5:00 PM

    Amazing what God and modern medicine can do! Stay strong Shauna! You sure do inspire me to have more faith. Prayers continue for your little man!

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