April 5th, 2008

Well I guess I should start from the beginning. I found out I was pregnant on October 24, 2007. We were ecstatic. We immediately called everyone and told them the new. We found out that our little Peanut was due July 3, 2008. I had "morning sickness" the whole time. We went on Valentine's Day and we found out we were having a boy. Brian's face lit up as soon as the tech announced to the room full of family that it was a boy. I was so excited to be pregnant. My sister was also pregnant at the same time and she was due early April. I went to every appointment and everything appeared to be fine. Little did we know we were in for the roller coaster of our life. My sister went in on March 25th to have my niece. She was born the following morning an I was so excited. I kept thinking in a few months I would be doing the same and taking my sweet lil boy home. Well why my sister was in the hospital I kept telling her my ankles were swelling and I had back pain. I had gained 15 lbs in 1 week after not gaining any weight my whole pregnancy. She urged me to call my doctor which I did. I was told that the weight gain was me just catching up. I ended up calling them again the next day after I checked my blood pressure and it was high and my fingers were so swollen that they turned blue. I ended up getting checked in for observation on that Friday and getting sent home a few hours later to do a 24 hour urine on Sunday. Well on Sunday I went to the ER after having chest pain and seeing spots. I also had a migraine(worst headache of my life). I heard what I was afraid of when my dr. walked into the room. He said I think its preeclampsia and I have consulted the high risk doctors. Keep in mind I was only 26 weeks. The high risk team came in and informed me that if it was preeclmapsia my child would have to be delivered and might not make it. My sweet innocent child was in danger because my body was attacking itself. There was nothing I could do. I received both steroid shots to help mature his lungs. The following Saturday after days of magnesium and monitoring I heard the words I had feared. My high risk doctor did an ultrasound because my sweet Peyton's heart rate was dropping. My OB came in and said its time. I was so worried but I prayed that God would watch over me and my little one. I had a sense of peace wash over me. I knew I had to trust in Him. My husband, Brian, wasn't there so I called him and told him the news. In minutes my whole family was there. They were all so worried but I told them we were going to be alright. They took me in and prepped me for surgery. They started and within minutes i heard the most beautiful thing. I heard a small cry. It was my sweet, beautiful boy. Peyton Elijah Ray Walker came in to the world fighting on April 5th. He was born at 27 weeks 2 days. He weighed 1lb 9oz and was 13 inches long. I prayed that my lil one would be born alive and God gave me the most beautiful miracle. I was so thankful. That was the best day in my life. God used my sweet Peyton to show us that miracles happen everyday. Little did we know how much that day would change our life.