It was February 29, leap year day, 2008. I was 21 weeks 4 days pregnant with our first baby, due July 7, 2008. Everything was going great other that the typical morning sickness and a few other normal wintertime illnesses. We were so excited, the names had just been decided on, the crib ordered, and paint for the nursery picked out. We just had the ultrasound two weeks prior and everything looked great. The little peanut had just said "hi" to daddy with a nice kick the night before! I was finally starting to relax and enjoy the pregnancy, when one day that all changed.
I was working my second job at a retail store only instead of working on the floor i was watching the owner's little boy (who i love) until my normal shift was to start. It was around 2:00 and Will was just finishing up his lunch when i started feeling a little funny. It wasnt until 2:30 when the pain in my stomach was getting worse that i called my doctor. Thinking it was probably just something i ate or maybe braxton hicks, i didnt know what to think when he told me it sounded like i was in labor and to "be prepared". Robb picked me up and we headed to the hospital. On the way there the pain was unbearable and then i too thought "yup, this must be labor". We prayed the whole way there and called our parents and told them to pray.
When i got to the hospital i was hooked up to the monitors and sure enough i was contracting like crazy. My doctor got there within 20 minutes and checked me right away. Then he sat down in the chair next to us, put his hand on my leg and said, "Okay, Katie, you are completely dilated, you are going to have this baby today" i can still hear it. Robb immediately started to cry and i just closed my eyes and wished it away. I was shaking uncontrollably. The nurses started a fluid I.V. with much trouble and lots of bruises later they finally got it started.
My water broke and i started bleeding like crazy. The nurses and doctor started to panic a little and i quickly received a spinal block and had to start pushing. I had no idea what to do. I hadnt taken the classes or read that far in the book yet but after only 5 pushes at 5:15 pm, our son Brenham Jay was born. He was feet first and Robb was great through the whole thing. He even told me "it's a boy" just like I always dreamed of. The doctor cut his cord and the nurse whisked him away while the doctor scraped away at my insides. What had happened was my placenta came detached from the uterus wall and that caused the preterm labor. Along with a weak cervix there was nothing that could have been done.
Brenham lived for 3 minutes and when the nurse brought him back for us to hold he was already gone. We held him for as long as we wanted. He was perfect. He had my lips and nose and everything else was ALL Robb, lucky baby!! He was 13.4 oz and 10.5 inches long. Our family came up to hold him and cry with us. They were great. We had to make the funeral arrangments the next day. We picked out his casket the day we were supposed to be picking out bath tubs and bouncy seats.
The service was great we played this slide show http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaUDEozHkCI and there were tears streaming down everyones faces. Robb carried Brenham out of the chapel and we placed him in the grave. We each placed a shovel full of dirt over the casket. Something no parent should ever have to go through. You expect your grandparents to die but not your baby. We are crushed. And miss him so much. I guess that kick Robb felt the night before that we thought was a "hello" was actually a "good-bye". Please pray!