Our Beautiful Miracle Arrives

Well, it all started right around the time of my baby shower. The night before my shower, Steven and I had went to town to get something to eat and run a few errands. We were in Books A Million when I started hurting a little. I thought it was just braxton hicks contractions... because, well, I didn't know what the real ones felt like! Plus, I was only 33 weeks pregnant (still 7 more weeks until baby was supposed to arrive!) !! I had to sit down there in the store and eventually just had to go home. This just isn't like me not wanting to shop!! LOL. Anyone that knows me knows this is so true!

The next day (Saturday) was my baby shower. I was very excited... and even though I woke up that morning and had a couple of painful contractions, I went on. Oh. My. Lord. You have never seen so many gifts at a baby shower before! They filled up at least a couple of tables. I think I opened presents for well over an hour. I actually had to take a potty break in the middle of opening presents because it was just taking forever! (Plus I was having contractions.. but I didn't want to let on to everybody how bad they were).

Here I am at the baby shower:


I went home that afternoon and was having some pretty bad contractions. I decided to lay down for a little while and see if they would let up (they had let up the night prior by lying down). So, Steven and I both lied down for a nap. I woke up a couple of hours later and the contactions were much worse. I called my doctor and he told me to come in to the hospital.

I went in and found out I was a couple of cm dialated and was having some high peak contractions on the monitor. They admitted me and tried me on a couple of different drugs to stop the labor. I stayed there again overnight on Sunday because I had dialated a little more. By Monday morning my dialation had slowed down. So, my doctor told me that he would be back by that evening after he saw his patients in the office and if I still hadn't contracted any more, he would let me go home to be on bedrest. Well, at 2:30 that afternoon my water broke. No going home for me!

The nurse had the NICU doctor/specialist come in to talk to Steven and I, since our baby was being born 7 weeks premature. She went over all the possible complications with us and let us know what we should expect.

On Tuesday June 6, 2006 (YES a 6/6/6 baby!) at 1:50 a.m. our beautiful baby boy, Nelson, entered this world.



He was a very sick little boy. His lungs were not yet developed and he also had a problem with his heart called PDA. He had to stay in the hospital for three long weeks. Other than the 6 or 7 seconds that I got to hold him before they took him to the NICU, I didn't get to hold him again for five days. It was so hard going in there to see my baby and not getting to hold him close.

Those three weeks were definitely the hardest weeks of mine and Steven's life. There were times we didn't even know if he would make it. But, finally, God told me that he did not give me this miracle to take it away from me. He even told one sister in the Lord to tell me that, "This was the promised seed." So, I knew God would take care of everything.





And he did! My baby came home a healthy little boy. He was tiny! But he was healthy!
And God has truely blessed us beyond belief!