Scar's Story-Part 1

***Started 10-11-08. It took a little longer than I expected. I have broken it down a bit***

In February of 2002 we found out that Skipper was going to be a big brother. I was so excited and still the entire pregnancy, I worried. I had a nagging feeling that things just weren't quite right. I prayed for is heart to be formed completely. I prayed that all his organ would be inside his body. I prayed that his brain would develop properly. I prayed for his hands,his feet-you name it...I prayed about it or for it but was 'bothered' all 9 months.

On October 11, I went in for a routine check up and was told I was dilated to a 2 and about 50% effaced( sorry maybe TMI). We decided that if Scar had not made his appearance by Tuesday, we would intervene. 

With less than a week away, I had tons of stuff to get finished. I went to lunch with the girls in my prayer group and then set about finishing my shopping. I knew that things were happening, but I was in denial...I can't be in labor...I have things to do!! I spent the entire afternoon running around. About 6, I called Mr. Dad and told him that I thought we need to get to the hospital. I call my OB(who we went to church with) and he tells me to go ahead and go. Mr. Dad asks if I mind if we stop and get him something to eat first...he is really hungry! Sure...I ain't got nothin' better to do...let's go get you some food honey!

Sure enough, I am in labor. I get checked in and we wait...at about 3 in the morning...Scar makes his grand entrance into this world.  However...the cord is wrapped around his neck....I panic thinking..."Oh no, I didn't pray about that!!!"  All the while knowing that I was not the reason this happened and I need to calm down. 

Things went so smooth. He was beautiful..looked JUST like Roo. He was a tiny 6 pounds 4 ounces and was 20 inches long. We did our time in the hospital. Only once did a nurse ever mention anything to me that might indicate there could possibly be a problem. But she seemed to let it go, so I did too. We were discharged and went home. And things went down hill so fast and got so ugly.

Scar fed sporadically and when he did, it all seemed to come back up. At his first check up Monday after he was born..I mentioned this and was told, just nurse him in a more upright position.  Really? Can you even get more upright that holding a baby to nurse? But I said OK and we went home.  Scar would go LONG times with out eating. When we were able to get him to eat...it all came up again-now it came out his mouth and his nose.

We had to prop that sweet baby up in his car seat to keep the liquid from flowing out of him. The liquid was kind of a light green..not the normal spit up color or consistency. I keep hearing what I am convinced was the Holy Spirit talking to me. He kept repeating the phrase 'Failure to thrive." 

I decided to call the after hours nurse and see what she thought. I called she wanted to listed to him breath. After she heard him, she said to go ahead and take him in and get it checked out.  I called a dear friend of mine and asked her to go with me. I didn't want to be alone. Mom needed to stay and watch Roo and Mr. Dad was working.

We got to the hospital and the doctor does an x ray and hardly touches Scar. He tells me there is a spot on his lung and to see our regular doc in the morning..they even made the appointment for me.  He said it was probably just a virus...note is was about 6:00 pm when this event occurred and about 8 when we left the ER. We get home and I relay my concerns to my mom and Mr. Dad. But we go about our business. I continue to hear "failure to thrive" over and over and over. 

Scar has now gone almost 10 hours with out eating...remember, he is only like 5 days old. I get out of bed to try to nurse him again. Not because he is acting hungry, but I am about to bust. I can not get him to latch on. His tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth. So I decided to get a bottle and try to pry it down and feed him that way. I make a TON of noise in the kitchen hoping to wake my mom up. Once again, I do not want to be alone.

She wakes up and we go into try to get Scar to eat. He does take some of the milk, but immediately give it right back to me. Milk is pouring out his little mouth and nose. He then aspirates and turns blue. I told mom to get her shoes on we are going back to the ER. Mr. Dad is asleep in our bed with Skipper. I inform him that we are going back to the ER, tell him not to worry, I'll call if I need him. Mom drives while I sit in the back with Scar in my arms. I run in and the nurse behind the desk is one that help us earlier. She says, 'You're back!" I responded " I am back and there is something wrong with my baby!!"

To be continued...