Being a parent when your child is crying and you can’t figure out what is wrong — is the worst.
My daughter, Josephine Grace, is the light of my life. She brings a smile to the face of every person she meets. She’s smart, cute, strong-willed and just all around darling. She “owns the room.” I call her “Sweet Josie,” and she’s my miracle baby because the day she was born, Josie and I both nearly died.
It’s truly a miracle we are both alive.
My sweet Josie was born Sept. 26, 2011. It started out as a beautiful birth, but then it took a drastic turn. The doctor discovered Josie was face up, and stuck. Her heart rate dropped from 130 to 60 beats per minute.
I told the doctor to do whatever it took to save my baby, so they rushed me into an emergency C-section. They quickly cut me open and got Josie out. But she was not breathing.
For 30 long seconds, she was not breathing. She needed assistance breathing for about two minutes, and then my little fighter was able to breathe on her own. Josie was OK. But there was no way for me to know. I was still under, as doctors worked to control my bleeding, which was out of control.
A few hours later, I awoke to a doctor telling me that they had done a “hack job” on my body, but that Josie was doing well. That’s all that mattered to me.
I met her for the first time, in the hallway. She was in her little crib, and I was in my hospital bed, when they wheeled us up next to each other.
As our eyes met for the first time, she took my breath away. She is the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen. Truly.
Back in our hospital room, I got to hold her and enjoy my daughter for only a short while before things started to go terribly wrong. I turned very pale and yellow and began vomiting violently. I had suffered excessive blood loss. My blood pressure dropped, the oxygen levels in my blood hit a dangerous low, and I had trouble breathing.
My stomach began to balloon up and became very hard. My intestines shut down and there was a disturbing gargling sound in my chest. I was in critical condition.
My body was not reacting well to the excessive blood loss, and it was shutting down. It was decided that I needed a blood transfusion.
It was the longest night of my life, as I fought to stay alive. I never felt closer to God. He was there with me through it all.
By the next morning, I started to improve. And even in my weakened state, nurses were able to place my baby girl in my arms once again.
All in one day, my family nearly lost my sweet Josie and almost lost me. After a lot of praying and work by doctors and nurses, I turned the corner and started to improve.
Now, we are on the eve of my baby girl turning 2 — a challenging age. Some like to call it the “terrible twos,” but not me. I once took the miracle of birth for granted, but I don’t anymore. I try to cherish it all, every smile, every laugh, every stubborn moment, even when my daughter is crying nonstop, and I don’t know how to console her.
I thank God for it all because I came too close to losing her, and she came too close to losing her mommy. So, I’m thankful — because when she laughs or cries, I celebrate the sound of her voice which I came too close to never hearing at all.