25 September 2012

Miracle You Are

It was December 3rd, 2011. I was three days past my due date. It was about six pm on a Saturday and I had just finished a nine hour shift at my job as a receptionist in a hair salon.

I knew my baby was going to make her arrival in the days to come, so I asked my friend/co-worker Zalina if she would cut and color my hair since it would be awhile til I had a chance to do it once I was a mama.

She happily agreed.

We went through our typical notions. She started applying color and we were conversing.

A few weeks prior, Zalina and her husband started trying for their third child. She had just found out she was expecting and I was thrilled for them. She is a good friend and we talked a lot about her dream of becoming a mom times three.

In the middle of her applying color to my hair, she ran to the bathroom. I thought she was getting sick since that seemed to happen a lot this pregnancy.

She emerged from the bathroom with a look of worry. I asked if she were okay and she told me she was bleeding. We both got nervous and knew that was a bad sign.

She rinsed my hair quickly and called her husband to come get her. We were panicking. I didn't know what I could do. This wasn't just a little spotting, she was bleeding so heavily that she needed to grab towels to stop it. (Sorry for the details.)

Her husband picked her up and took her to the ER. I was sad. I knew she was miscarrying and my heart broke.

Not much time passed before I was heading to the same hospital where she was hours before. At six in the morning on December 4th, just twelve hours after her ordeal,  I went into labor.

Natalie was born and I was in love. I had mixed emotions but called Zalina to let her know. She was happy. I asked how she was doing, what the doctors said and she told me they did an ultrasound and told her to come back in a few days for a blood test. The ultrasound didn't look good. There was no heartbeat, just the sac the baby should be in.

Weeks went by. Her hormone levels were rising and the pregnancy was progressing. Still, the doctors told her her chances of staying pregnant were only at 25%.

She made it through the fist trimester and her chances of remaining pregnant were starting to increase.

Months passed and she was now in the clear. She went through the remainder of her pregnancy with no problems and delivered a perfect, healthy baby boy on August 2nd.

He's now 7 weeks old. I just saw him yesterday and it is incredible to think that there were so many odds stacked against him in the begining.

The journey we go through to get here is amazing. It makes me so thankful every day to have my own baby girl and to have gone through everything completely unscathed.

Z and I at the baby shower I threw for her at work. (I could have really used a tan in this. A push up bra wouldn't have hurt either.)

Welcome to your life.


Baby Alex.



10 Thoughts :

Melanie September 25, 2012 at 8:21 PM  

I am so happy her son was born alright! What a gorgeous gift from God!!! :)

Nessa September 25, 2012 at 9:12 PM  

Aww I was sure you were going to say she did have a miscarriage but I'm so happy this story has a happy ending. He is a gorgeous little boy!

Krista September 26, 2012 at 9:06 AM  

Oh my gosh how sweet! What a beautiful baby boy and a beautiful story! I love hearing about good news and this is certainly good news. What a blessing for your friend :)

Stephanie September 26, 2012 at 9:08 AM  

Wow, definitely a miracle baby! He is super cute.

Jessica September 26, 2012 at 12:18 PM  

So so sooo glad her story has a happy ending. Warms my heart!!

Marjorie September 26, 2012 at 2:35 PM  

wow, that's amazing.

Jazz September 26, 2012 at 2:58 PM  

Oooh this made me so sad half way through, but the ending is great!
What a cute baby! And he has one hell of an amazing birth date, the majority of cool kids are born on that day. (I have the same birthday if that isn't obvious at all, ha!)
Again, so jealous of your hair.

Mama September 26, 2012 at 10:24 PM  

What a scary and amazing story! And as soon as I read the words push up bra I wished we lived closer to each other.

Megan October 1, 2012 at 12:55 PM  

Oh, you have me in tears. Amazing story. And what an adorable little boy he is!

Renzo Naupari October 2, 2012 at 10:22 PM  

Wow, that is an incredible story. You documented this post very well just as professional as it could get. Good Job!