I don't know where to start. This is going to be a heavy post. So skip it if you are looking for something light-hearted.
It is Saturday. I am sitting in a hospital room in Little Rock, with an IV still in my hand, the nurse's call button by my side. Everything is bittersweet right now.
On Monday, my best friend (who was visiting me and Baby Jack Harrison from Singapore), baby Jack Harrison and I went to an aunt's house for lunch and visit with the other visiting aunts. It was shaping out to be a good day - good weather, Baby Jack was getting sweet loving from all his grand aunts and little cousins, delicious home cooking (chicken and dumplins', turnips greens, pumpkin cake). Then, I hemorrhaged. And it won't stop. It didn't stop. I couldn't move because blood would be dripping everywhere. Thank goodness my best friend came looking for me. I asked her to call one of the aunts. Then, I blacked out.
Two aunts and my best friend drove me to the hospital where the boyfriend's dad was at. Another two took my baby in my vehicle and followed. My blood pressure was dropping rapidly. I was cold. I was tired. I was bleeding. They gave me a lot of fluids and blood. Dad (what I called my boyfriend's dad) tried to fix me, he wasn't able. So I guessed I was transferred to a hospital in Little Rock in an ambulance. Think they were gonna fly me to Little Rock but the weather was not good.
Once I was in Little Rock, I went into surgery. They gave me more blood. Nineteen units of blood.
They fixed the problem. I was on the ventilator, intubated, hooked up to all kinds of machines and IVs. I was in ICU for a few days, moved to a step-down progressive care unit, and then to a regular room now.
My heart is heavy. I was so close to losing it all. The doctors are still trying to figure out why and how it happened., especially since I was 4 weeks post-partum, feeling good, and showed no signs of
anything bad. Almost feels like I ought to have a second birthday. I still have some recovery to do. I am still scared. But I am still here.
I can't wait to see my baby (he is being taken care of by family right now). Oh gosh. I miss him.
I will get well enough to run. Just hang in there with me.
I believe in prayers. So, if you pray, I selfishly ask you to pray for me and my little family.