Tickled Pink

My name is Christy, but mostly i answer to “mommy”. That seems to be one of the most popular names. I am a mommy of two beautiful little girls. My diva, Kayleigh is 8 yrs. old and Madison is 4, and well she’s like almost all other little girls. She’s definately a princess, that loves makeup and wearing my shoes, that are as big as she is. Now I know we all have a story about our babies, and how they came into this world. However, the birth of Madison is rare, and almost always ends in a stillborn. I am tickled pink to be able to share her story of survival with you.

On April 3, 2007, I was a bit anxious, excited and overjoyed. You see I was scheduled to have my second C-section. Now, I realize that our lives can be changed in the blink of an eye, and I had no idea what was about to unfold in the next few minutes. As the doctors started to preform,what was to be a routine repeat C-section, something was very wrong. As Madison entered this world, my doctor shouted ” If you don’t believe in God you better believe in him now “. I heard fear in my doctors voice, and a lot of commotion, a lot of chatter from the other nurses, and it seemed nurses were comming from every direction, that tiny room was filled. I was confused as to what was going on and most importantly why. I lay there on the operating table sick from the medications, that I had been given,and I was becoming sleepy and there was nothing I could do.

She was rushed to the NICU and was in critical condition. She had many, many health issues. She had sepsis, which alone is fatal. She was on life support, and was in respitory distress amongst many other things. The doctors said she had what was referred to as a ” true knot ” tied in her umbilical cord. Now I had actually no idea as to what they were really telling me, until they said had she not been born, that morning she probably would have only been alive inside me for a day or two at the most. I was terrified. I was struggling to grasp, to understand what they were telling me.

Later I asked the NICU doctor if she was going to be ok, and his reply to me was ” i am not god “. She is a very sick baby and she is going to have to tell us. I wanted to hold her, see her and tell her happy birthday. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. I had so many emotions flowing through me, happiness and sadness at the same time, well it didn’t at all seem fair.

A few days later, she was taken off life support. She had made progress, and showed she was breathing on her own, but with the assistance of a CPAP. Although, she still had a feeding tube, and several other medical devices attached helping her. This was an enormous hurdle she had overcome. She was fighting for her life. My Madison is a fighter.

I finally got to hold my baby, kiss her, touch her and smell her. Oh, how the sweet smell of a new baby is medicine for the soul. I didn’t remember to tell her happy belated birthday, but at that time all I had on my mind was how thankful I was to be able to hold my baby. My baby, that was alive and breathing. I thank the lord everyday, that he gave her to me. I thank him for placing her tiny little body to grow inside of mine and I thank him for placing her into my arms to hold for the very first time and THIS I BELIEVE……….