11 years ago today, I headed to the hospital for what I thought would be a routine “stop my labor again” visit. After waiting on the nurses to finish discussing their pay checks, I was finally checked in to be monitored for pre term labor. Robby wasn’t due for another 2 months, but this was an ongoing thing through my pregnancy. I was not afraid, just annoyed that my body was trying so hard to evict this little guy so early. I had been followed by a perinatologist for the past 3-4 months and had seen him a couple of days before. He assured me I would not deliver for at least 3-4 more weeks. My sweet sister Devon had gone in 2 days late and delivered her little Phoebe the night before this, and I had gone home with what I thought was sympathy labor. Come to find out after being all hooked up, I was in true labor, and Robby was tired of having his poor little head squeezed When the first contraction came on the monitor, his little heart rate dropped down to about 20 bpm. Well that may not sound too bad, but going from 145 to 20 isn’t good. When the nurse left the room running and yelling for the doctor, it was pretty clear to Brian that something was terribly wrong. The doctor came in, did an ultra sound trying to figure out what was up. During the US I had another contraction which sent his little heart rate plummeting again. Thats when my doctor ever so calmly said, ” Well I hope you’re ready because we’re going to have a baby today”.
Of course I was terrified as they didn’t have time to give me steroids or anything, and I had been researching on the internet way too much and knew that caucasian boys had the lowest survival rate and most complications if born early. We had no idea what we were having as a surprise seemed like a good idea at the time… Now I was praying for a girl!
The team worked amazingly fast, I was medicated, spinal blocked, wheeled in etc… all in a matter of about 5 minutes. The doctor cut me open, whipped out a lifeless little baby, and announced that we have a boy! There were no cries, no sound at all other than my cries to God to save him. The only voice I heard from afar was a nurse telling the doctor, we do not have a heart beat. He wasn’t breathing! I looked to Brian to tell me what was going on, only to get a sweet smile and “He’s fine”, when all along he knew he was not. Trying to comfort me in the midst of watching his first child be born lifeless.
A few moment later (what seemed like an eternity), the announcement was made that “we have a heart beat” and he had been intubated. He was rushed from the room before I ever had a chance to see his sweet face or hear even a small cry. I was devastated and elated at the same time. So thankful that God spared my bably boy and still terrified that we were not out of the woods yet.
I didn’t get to see him for 9-10 hours as I was so numb and had to be able to get into a wheel chair. When I was finally able to get to the NICU I could not believe how tiny he was and how long! He was named after my dad Robert and looked just like a little old man. He was just beautiful He made a miraculous recovery and was home in 13 days! He is strong and smart and wonderful! Happy birthday Robert Montgomery, you will always be our miracle!
Click the link to see and hear Robby’s first cry!