Robbed out of 9 weeks of my final pregnancy

I always planned, even from when I was a little girl. My plan was to have two kids, I was one of two and it seemed perfect. I got pregnant with my first and being pregnant quickly became my favorite time in life. I was happy my baby was healthy and I loved my new body. I had my son and everything felt so perfect.

My fiancé and I decided it was time for another baby. We planned it so they would be 2 years and a couple months apart. It didn't take us long to get pregnant again. Everything seemed to be falling into place. My ultrasounds were going great and my baby and I were healthy. My due date was October 20th 2017. On August 7th 2017 everything changed when my water broke in the middle of the night.

I sat in the bathroom.... water dripping down my legs in shock. I started to breath heavily and my body started to shake. My fiancé quickly called out to me from the bedroom. All I could say was "Its to soon, he's too small". My fiancé quickly started googling to better understand the situation we were in. He asked "your around 34 weeks right?" I cried "No I was 29 weeks and this isn't right"

After several phone calls one being to the hospital I decided to drive myself in to town leaving my fiancé and toddler at home. As I drove to town (15 miles about 20 minutes), I kept hoping and praying that this was all a joke and that I had just peed myself and they would send me away with a funny story. I walked to the labor and delivery floor and they escorted me back to a room.

The nurse had me change and laid me down in a bed to check if it was my water that broke.

She quickly swabbed the inside looked at me calmly and said "honey it was your water" I started uncontrollably crying and asking what that meant. She told me I would be having a baby tonight. I called my mom and couldn't get any words out between sobs. I handed the phone to the nurse and she gave her all the details.

Later the doctor came in with a different nurse and assured me they would do everything to stop labor and delivery of my son. They pumped me full of magnesium, steroids, and fluids. The plan was to keep my pregnant on bed rest in the hospital till I made it 34 weeks.

Fast forward 11 days... 11 days was all I made it. I woke up the morning (7:20am) of the 17th of August to a contraction. It wasn't till 10:30 that the doctor and nurses agreed I was in labor and moved me to a room to deliver.

I called my fiancé who was 2 hours or more away working out of town. I told him it's time he quickly said okay and we hung up the phone. They checked my cervix before moving me rooms and I was at a 3/4. They moved me and ordered be epidural. My contractions at this point feel like they have no down time between them. The nurse says she won't check me again until I'm comfortable with my epidural. The anesthesiologist comes in places my epidural waits till it takes effect and leaves. The nurse then checks me and I'm at a 10 completely effaced. She told me cross your legs and don't push. We had to wait on the doctor to make it back into my room. Here we are at 12:00 (noon) doctor comes in they drop the end of my be off the NICU team is setup and my fiancé isn't there.

I give half a push and my little babies head is already out and so little. The rest of his body quickly follows.

12:13

4 pounds

17 inches

Greyson Russell is born healthy

He will be in the NICU for weeks learning how to eat and maintain body temperature.

Now I sit at home, without my baby, feeling robbed of my favorite time. 9 weeks I missed out on my last pregnancy. 9 weeks of his kicking. 9 weeks of wearing cute maternity clothes I had bought. Missed out on our maternity photoshoot. Missed out on so many things that I love so much about being pregnant. I wish my baby boy was still in my stomach where I can keep him safe. He came too soon, I am so blessed he is healthy and doing so well.

I was not ready for that part of my life to end and it has.