My Miracle

I believe in the miracle in life. I had a normal pregnancy up until I was 35 weeks along. I was at the grocery store when I began to lose sensation on my left side, in both my toes and finger tips. Within a few seconds my vision became dark and cloudy. My lips and face went completely numb. My head began to pound, as if there was a jack hammer inside of it. I tried to tell my husband that something was wrong, but my speech was so broken and slurred that he could not understand me. The last thing I remembered is falling to the ground.

When I opened my eyes there were nurses and doctors surrounding me. I had tubes and wires handing from every part of my body. I was confused and very scared. I didn’t know where I was, or how I got there. I asked “where am I, and how did I get here?” My husband told me that I was taken to the hospital when I passed out. My eyes began to fill with tears when I could not feel the left side of my body.

I spent the next week in the hospital hooked up to monitors and tubes. A group of medical specialist from every discipline, worked very hard to come up with a prognosis for my symptoms. The doctors preformed test after test, procedure after procedure until they had come up with a conclusion. Over the course of the week, the numbness in my face and hands dissolved and my speech had slowly returned back to normal.

After what seemed like an eternity, the group of specialists had a diagnosis and a plan. They had discovered I had a mini stroke, caused by a blood clot in the back of my neck. The clot blocked the flow of oxygen to my brain and caused me to lose feeling to my extremities. This blockage caused me to lose the ability to talk and eventually caused me to pass out. The physician commented that I was lucky to have gotten to the hospital as quickly as I did. If I would have arrived even five minutes later my baby and I could have died.

The Physician started me on a blood thinner called Heparin. I gave myself injections twice a day, for the rest of my pregnancy. I was sent home to prepare for my baby boy. Two weeks later, I returned to the hospital. I gave birth to a perfect seven pound, nine ounce little boy, who I named Aren.

I believe miracles happen every day and everywhere. This experience taught me to be thankful for the small opportunities I am given. You never know when your time on this earth will be through. I believe I was given two of the greatest miracles, which is more than anyone could ask for.