KINGSTON SHIRT
Sunday, December 26, 2010
December 26th, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Dec. 15, 2010
I was inspired by the sweet testimony of an innocent 5 year old to write down my own testimony. It’s been a long time since I’ve shared it with anyone, so thank you Aliah.
I have a testimony of the power of prayer. When things are out of my control, out of my hands, all I can do is trust in the Lord, never lose Faith, and Pray. Prayer has helped me get through the hardest chapter of my life. It kept my son ALIVE. Through prayer I was comforted when I was frightened most. It calmed me and gave me strength to keep holding on. It brought me closer to my family and friends. It brought me closer to God.
I have witnessed the miracle of Life. I have seen a Strong spirit come into the world, given such a tiny, frail body, and fight to hold on- a true miracle. My miracle!
I know that Jesus is the Christ, My Savior, Lord, and Redeemer. I know that through him we may all be saved. I know my Heavenly Father loves me and is here for me when I need him most. He has helped me through my darkest hour and never given up on me. He has blessed my life with a loving husband and beautiful son. I am so thankful for the gift of life and for His love. I say these things humbly, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Dec. 14th, part 2
December 14th, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Dec. 3rd, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
November 20th, 2010- Our 1st surgery
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
November 7th, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The King!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Tuesday, October 19th, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
September 13, 2010
One of Christian's buddies let us borrow the preemie clothes from when they were in the NBICU so we got hooked up! I get so excited to dress him in his little outfits. (although i am not that coordinated yet, and it takes FOREVER! i still love it! )
Just called the hospital and he has been moved to room 6! Room 2 was much more private with only 2 babies to a nurse instead of 3 which he will have now, but it is exciting to know he is doing well enough to graduate to the bigger room. We will miss little ms. Aaliyah (his roommate) and her parents.
I'm kinda jumping all over the place today. Almost done, I feel so blessed to have Kingston in my life and love watching him grow and progress. We are so greatful for our sweet miracle and for all the prayers and support that we are getting. Kingston in 10 weeks old now! (34 wks gestational) He is 3 lb 7 oz and 14 3/4 inches long. Our little man's really growin up!
Friday, September 10, 2010
So much has happened in a week. I need to get caught up! So we'll start with Saturday. ...the worst day ever. :( I was so jealous that my roommate's parents got to hold her every night and i was getting so anxious to hold my little man. He is just way too cute to just look at and i wanted a snuggle. I had been asking the nurses for the last few days if i could possibly hold him, if they felt comfortable enough. Well one of my primaries told me i could hold him and i was SO EXCITED! Everything was great for about an hour. Then his tube came out, but we didn't know that. (he was still on the vent at this point) He started turning bluish purple so fast. His heart dropped, he desated, and looked so lifeless. At first my nurse didn't panic so i wasn't too worried, but then when she called the other nurses help and no one came she seemed to get a little panicky especially when she put the mask on him to give him breaths and his dinner started coming up. Milk was spilling everywhere and that's when she knew he had been extubated. Christian ran in the hall to get help and then all these nurses and docs started running down the hall towards our room. It was so scary. I just froze and watched. As soon as she lifted him from my lap and put him back on the isolette i left the room with Christian to wait outside. We couldn't watch them put the big metal thing down his throat. It was so frightening. I felt so awful! They should make parents watch a video of what can happen and then they won't ask to hold their baby until they are OFF the vent. I learned my lesson.
On the bright side, if there is one, once they re-intubated Kingston and got the tube in the perfect position. (it had been a little high before.) He started improving and doing really well (the new medicine, i'm sure played a big role in this too) Monday afternoon they took him off the vent and put him back on CPAP (the bubbly NPPVI without a rate) He was on a setting of 8, since then, every day they have weened him 1. Last night he was on a setting of 5. Once he gets to 4, they should switch him to High flow, so if all continues to go well that could be tomorrow! He's also been gaining a bunch lately too. He is now 3 lb 6 oz! He started cooking in the isolette so to our surprise yesterday they moved him to a big boy crib! He looks so adorable all swaddled and wrapped up and seems to be liking it just fine. (And i can hold him whenever i was right now which is the best feeling EVER!) The nurse put a little tshirt on him that just drowns him! (it is much harder and takes longer to change him with clothes on, but i'm not complaining! :) I love to see my little miracle baby growing up so fast. Christian and I feel SO BLESSED with our little angel.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
So frustrated and tired today. Kingston has been on a rate of 35 the last couple days. (That means the machine gives him 35 breaths a minute) He was on 30 and they tried to ween him to 28 but he didn't like that and now he's up to 35. Sometimes he doesn't breathe at all on his own and just rides the vent, letting it breathe for him. They have tried to give him Arbutirol (some little mini inhaler looking thing) - first when he needed it, and then every 3 hrs but i don't know if it's really helping. He still has A's and B's and desats and had a grade 4 this morning. His lungs sounded crackly this morning and his xrays are not improving. Jackie heard a murmur so his PDA is open and I hope it's not getting bigger. They might do another echo to check it. I'm feeling so discouraged. I'm trying to be patient and give him time to improve but he just seems to be doing worse or the same instead of better. The last couple nights we've gone up there his little roommate's parents have got to hold her. (she is also 33 wks) It's hard to watch because we just sit there and he hasn't been stable enough to hold. It makes me really sad and jealous. I wish I could do something for him. All I can do is pray, trust in God, and be patient. I knew being a mom would be challenging but i wasn't prepared for this at all.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Mr Grumpy
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, July 5th, 2010- letter to Kingston
So many emotions have gone through my head the last couple days. Friday afternoon I was low risk, 24 weeks pregnant, and carrying a healthy happy little baby! Up until this point I had felt no contractions. (I didn't even know what that would feel like) I did feel like you were really moving a lot and sometimes it put pressure on my uterus and hurt a lot. It wasn't very frequent though so I was not too alarmed. I started noticing some more discharge than usual but I had also read this was normal to experience around this time. There were a couple times during the day that I noticed a little pink tinge and I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or not but it looked like a little blood. I started to become more concerned at dinner when the pain in my uterus started becoming more frequent. By the time we were home I decided to relax on the bed and see if it would calm down. I started timing them and they seemed to be 2-4 minutes apart. I called the on-call doctor and after talking to her for a time she recommended that I go down to the hospital to get checked out. At this point I was a little embarrassed and was sure it was nothing but wanted to calm my fears. I kept telling myself I was just being a paranoid first-time mom, but still wanted the reassurance. No one seemed to be too worried or concerned when I first arrived. I was hooked up to a monitor to see if the feelings I had were contractions, and find out how far apart they were. There were some pretty big contractions and they were coming very close together. The nurse checked to see if I was dialating and suddenly things started to heat up fast. She said "Oh dear, this is not good. You are dialated to a 3. We are going to do everything we can to slow down the contractions and stop you from going into labor." She asked if I thought my water had broke and I said it had not. She, and the other nurse that was in the room, left in a hurry and then came back and started preparing me for all that was about to happen. She told me I would be moved to another room and that she was going to check for infection and wanted to give me Magnesia (which I thought she said was to slow down the contractions, but later I think it was also used to help the you) She told me it would make me feel like I had a 24 hour flu and that I would get a fever and probably through up and feel real nauscious. She also wanted to give me a steroid shot as a precaution in case you came that night. At about 2 am my water broke. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt that things were moving to fast and could feel the concern from the caregivers. I was given a catheter and then because the magnesia wasn't slowing the contractions it was bumped up to a higher dosage. Someone from the NICU came in and started telling me what to expect if i had you that night. The doctor also tried talking to me. I threw up every time someone tried talking and everything seemed like a blur. Next thing I know I am told that I am about to be transferred to the University of Utah because they felt you will have better care at their facility. They wanted to helicopter me out of there and that really scarred me. I could tell things were bad. I denied the helicopter because I felt more comfortable going in an ambulance and I knew it would get there about the same time since we were only minutes from the other hospital. Since Shayla (your cousin) had been at primary childrens, which is adjoining the University of Utah Hospital, I felt very confident that transferring there was in the best interest for you, and that you would receive the best care there. After a long hard night and once the transfer was complete they were able to stabilize me and the contractions. They checked my cervix again and said I was only dialated to about a 1. Things were finally looking a little better. You were doing awesome. They monitored your movement and breathing and everything seemed like it was going to be ok. I finally felt a little relief and hope. Sometime on Saturday they said that I could be moved to a regular room where they would monitor me and I would be on bed rest until you came. I was hoping that this would be at least a few weeks and praying for another month. I was so concerned about the risks that delivering SO EARLY could cause. All I could think about was keeping you in my tummy for a little longer. I tried to relax and rest and slept most of the day. On Sunday, I was feeling really good. I started making little goals for myself. If I could just make it to 25 weeks than I would focus on 26 and everyday after that would be 2 less days in the NICU for my little angel. Well when they moved me down my uterus started getting irritable and I started noting everytime I thought I was having a contraction or even feeling tightness. I was monitored and you were monitored and we both seemed to be doing fine. I was a little concerned about the tightness I kept feeling but I was so thankful to have another day and praying for many more. As the day went on I started feeling more tightness and they became more frequent and got worse. I went to the bathroom just before the nurse same to give me my 8pm antibiotics through the IV. I had seen a little blood earlier and this time there was a little more and it was bright red, which was something they told me to watch for. I let the nurse know and she told the doctor. She also monitored you and me again and we both seemed to be doing great. She could see that I was maybe having small contractions but they didn't look bad or too worriesome. The doctor came in and decided to check me just because the blood. He said he wasn't too concerned but just wanted to as a precaution. I was a little scared. My legs started shaking and I couldn't seem to get them to stop. He said I was more dialated and that there was a water sack that had formed. He wanted to move me back to labor and delivery. I started breathing heavily and crying and got really, really scared again. I was so afraid for you. I wanted to protect you and keep you safe inside me and felt like I couldn't control anything and that it was out of my hands and I felt so helpless. As I was being transferred I felt a huge gush of fluid and knew that the water sack had broke. As soon as I was in labor and delivery everything sped up again so fast. They started another i.v. of magnesia for you and checked my cervix. They said you were crowning and that we had to move to the operating room to deliver. I was shaking so bad and the fever from the magnesia was starting to elevate. I had no control and I wasn't ready and I was so so scared for my precious little baby. All of a sudden the two doctors at the end are telling me to push and i'm pushing and pushing and it hurts and i'm crying and scared. After some painful pushes they have you and rush you away where they can start caring for you. (later Christian told me you just shot out) They take Christian and me back to a room to wait. At this point I was so emotionally drained and tired and more worried than I had ever been in my life. I can't even begin to describe how I felt. I wanted to feel hope that you were going to be ok and I wanted them to come tell me that you were doing good and we just had to wait there and I felt so lonely. I was so thankful to have your daddy in the room with me or I would not have been able to take it. (if I did) He was so strong and held me and held my hand and tried to comfort me. I was still with fever and shaking and crying and had so many emotions running through my body. When the doctor came in to talk with us I couldn't stop shaking and crying. He told us that you came out kicking and crying and that was the first moment of relief I felt. I wanted SO bad to see you and it broke my heart that i couldn't touch you and hold you and be there for you. I wanted answers, I wanted a plan, I wanted to know what to expect and there were just so many unknowns! I wanted to hope but I was so scared that if I hoped too much I would lose you and I didn't think I could handle that so I tried not to hope too much. But in the back of my mind I just kept thinking to myself, if anyone can pull through this its you. You are so strong and so brave and I know you are a fighter. You are so loved and so important that I know you can overcome this Huge struggle coming into the world. You are the most important person in my life and your daddy and I love you so very much. I want to give you the world and do everything I can to make you happy and safe and protect you and it's so extremely hard not being with you every minute. I don't want to get in the way of your care but everytime I leave your room all I can think about is when I get to come back.
Kingston, you were born on Sunday night at 10:45 pm on July 4th, 2010. All over the country people were celebrating with fireworks and I just hope that next year and many years to come we will be able to look back at this and celebrate your special birth and our greatest miracle.
Today was really difficult and yet there were so many precious moments that I got to have with you already that I feel so very blessed. You have been here less than 24 hours and you have already touched my life in a way that I could never have imagined. The first time that I saw you and got to cup your little foot in my hand my heart just melted. You looked so fragile and it was really scary. I wanted to let you know that I was there and how much I loved you but I didn't want to hurt your very fragile skin either. I had been very concerned that you would be in discomfort and scared and it brought peace to my heart to see you so comfortable. The nurse told us they weren't able to get your lines in and that concerned me a little but they said that they would try later. They wanted to make sure not to over stimulate you. They told me that at 8am and 2 pm each day was when they would check your temp and change your tiny little diaper that was not even half the size of the palm of my hand. Even with how tiny it still looked so big on you. I was a little excited and yet very nervous when they told me I could change you myself. When we went back at 2, I got a little scared and tried to let daddy do it first. He was less brave than I. With the nurses help, I got to lift your legs and scoot the diaper under you. I was so nervous and the warmth from the ventilator was making sweaty. I had to let her finish because I was so concerned that my inexperience would hurt you. It was still one of the two highlights of my day to be able to be a part of such a simple task that personally I was not looking forward to under normal situations. Now I can't wait to be able to try again and be able to do something that will help bring you more comfort. The other greatest highlight of my day was the first syringe I was able to bring for you with breast milk. I never imagined that I would get my milk in so early. This is also something that previously I had been warned was really difficult and uncomfortable. It may get worse if my breasts get chapped, but today everytime I was able to pump and bring that syringe of milk (only 4-9cc's) made me so proud and I felt needed and that this was the one thing that I could do that would really benefit your growth and health and that made everything so real. I like to go see you before I pump because I think it helps me think of you and picture you and makes it not seem hard at all. Anything I can do for you is such a treat! It is really hard writing right now because all I want to do is go down and see you again. I can just stare into the incubator and you don't have to do anything and I feel like I never want to leave your side. You bring me so much joy! Please know how much I love you and how much I want to be with you and hold you and I look forward to and pray for the day that I get to hold you in my arms and cuddle you against my chest. Kingston, I love you more than I could ever have imagined. Please sleep well tonight and know that you are in so many of our prayers and that you are so important to us. Love, your mommy.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
August 16th, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wow, we are actually starting a blog! I always said as soon as i had a baby i would do this but it took Christian setting it up to actually write anything. I like this! Great page husband! So Kingston is 30 weeks gestationally today. (10 weeks till his due date) He will be 6 weeks old officially on Sunday. YEAH KINGSTON! He is almost 2 kilos (2 lbs 2 oz) and is about 13 inches long. I think later i will post about my birth experience but i still need to edit it. (i wrote it down right after i gave birth but haven't gone through it all yet) To give a current update: He went on CPAP about a week ago. (This is a machine that helps him breathe on his own) He was doing awesome and almost moved to high flow but then he started having a bunch of A's and B's (Apnea and Bradychardia) where his heart rate drops way down and he quits breathing. The nurses were concerned he was getting an infection but the lab results came back good so we are pretty sure it's not that. He had to move way up on his settings though which is discouraging, but we are glad that he is not getting sick. We think it may have been that the tubes in his nose weren't getting a good seal and so he wasn't getting all the air he needed. Today they moved to bigger tubes and he's improved. (Only one grade 1 today) Grade 1: means he drops and doesn't come back on his own but he does with light touch. (He had three Grade 4's yesterday which are really scary) Grade 4: they have to mask and bag him because he doesn't come back.
Every day we feel so blessed to have this little miracle in our lives. It's amazing how someone so small can mean so much! We are so greatful for all the wonderful people in our lives who have been praying so hard for him and have been so thoughtful. We love you all!