Today’s Find Us Faithful series bring us a testimony about how God worked in a difficult pregnancy.
My name is Jamie. I’m 29 and I have been married to my best friend and biggest fan for 8 years. We have two kiddos.. my son turned 5 a few weeks ago and my daughter will turn 3 in a few weeks. Jesus is my everything.
Before I ever formed you in the womb, I knew you….( Jeremiah 1:5)
Friday, August 12, 2011. My husband and I were going out for my 26th birthday. I was 27 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I had “more than normal” contractions this day, but they were pretty irregular. I was expecting to continue to get more and more contractions until I would be put on bedrest, because of the way things went with my pregnancy with my son (preterm labor, starting at 28 weeks, several short hospital stays and various medications, but born healthy at 37 weeks). 8 days prior I had an ultrasound of my cervix and it was over 3cm in length and closed. The Dr was satisfied with it, but said if it got any shorter by 28 weeks, then I would have to be on bedrest. I had been taking 30mg of Procardia since about 24 weeks to try and help ease the contractions, but it was just not working.
We got to Red Lobster and I tell my husband that I don’t think we should be there, I was having too many contractions and needed to lay down. We started to head home. My contractions were alarmingly every 2 mins, so we decided it would be best to go to the hospital.
This is when things become blurry.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
We arrived at the hospital and I continued to contract. They hooked me up to the monitors and I was showing to have contractions every 2 minutes. They didn’t hurt, but were uncomfortable, and more so, worrisome. The nurse did a fetal fibronectin test, which is a swab of my cervix that detects the fluid that holds the amniotic sac to the uterine wall. If fibronectin is detected, that means the sac is starting to pull away from the wall and to get ready for delivery. She then checked my cervix and told me I’m 2-3cm dilated and 50% effaced. My fetal fibronectin test came back positive.
I became hysterical. My husband immediately texted all of our close family and friends and told them to PRAY.
They quickly admitted me and got me started me on magnesium sulfate. My Dr showed up. I begged him to not let my baby be born. He said that he couldn’t make any promises. I begged the nurses to not let my baby be born. They couldn’t give me reassurance either. This was an absolute nightmare.
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord you God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
The magnesium gradually slowed my contractions down. By the next morning I was only having 2-3 contractions per hour. I felt very sick from the magnesium- blurred vision, weak, nauseous, dizzy, sore muscles, and pretty much incontinent. I couldn’t even lift my head to take a drink, and James had to practically carry me to the bathroom. I had an ultrasound of my cervix which showed some slight funneling of my cervix (dilation from the inside out) and it measured 2.3cm in length.
The next couple of days were spent trying to wean me off of the magnesium without contractions picking up again. They would bump my dosage down, and then have to bump it back up because I would start in with the regular contractions.
The next Monday, which was day number 3 in the hospital, I had another ultrasound of my cervix. This time there was slightly more funneling and it was slightly shorter, just 2cm in length. My Dr was not upset, but didn’t want to let me go home until I proved I could be stable.
Within a few more days I was off of the magnesium, and less than 24 hours after being off, I started contracting every 2 minutes again. The on call Dr came and checked my cervix and said that she felt my amniotic sac bulging, so I needed to lay with my pelvis higher than my head to reduce the pressure. I also was back on the magnesium. By the next morning, another Dr checked my cervix and much to my relief, she didn’t feel the sac. She said the other Dr must have felt my cervix while I was having a contraction, causing the amniotic sac to bulge.
2 days later, still on a low dose of magnesium, I met with a high risk OB Dr who suggested a different medicine to treat my contractions, an NSAID, Toradol. It was 3 doses over 24 hours. This was on a Friday, exactly a week after I was admitted to the hospital. By the next morning my contractions were totally gone. It was amazing. For the next couple of days I would have as little as 2-3 contractions per day. It was a miracle. I was then confident that maybe I could carry this baby several more weeks yet. Except, over the next few days, I had some bleeding for some reason. The nurses tried to reassure me that it was probably ok, but is it ever really “ok” to bleed while you’re pregnant??
The next Monday, at 28 weeks and 4 days pregnant, I had another ultrasound of my cervix. I was hopeful that my cervix would not have changed, and I’d get to go home and be with my little boy, who I missed so much. I had been having so few contractions, that I was sure to get a good report. The ultrasound tech shuddered when she looked at my cervix on the ultrasound. There was a large amount of funneling, and my cervical length was only .9cm. She also saw my baby kicking my cervix, shortening it with every kick.
We also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
I once again, became hysterical. I called my husband, who conveniently works across the street from the hospital, and he came right away. “Why is this happening to me? How can God let this happen? This is a nightmare!” was all I could say to him as I sobbed.
Next week we will hear the conclusion of this testimony.