Breeanna Winn

Ayden’s story

I was with a guy for a couple of months, and eventually I learned that I was pregnant. I started seeing my doctor and she told me that I would have many complications due to a cyst the size of a softball on my uterus. I was told by multiple doctors that I would have a miscarriage due to the cyst, but I kept seeing my OBGYN twice a week. When I went in to do my four month check up, we learned that I was 6 cm dilated, I was put on bed rest for 3 more months to make sure everything would be okay. I did as told and stuck to bed rest, I had to take my maternity leave from work sooner than I thought I would be doing. Everything was going good while on bed rest and started to do better, but my OBGYN said that I would probably end up doing a C-Section if I dilated anymore, it worried me. When I did my 6 month check up, I had felt contractions starting, after about an hour they were two minutes apart, I was taken to a different hospital in an ambulance with a labor nurse with me, I didnt have any clue what was going to be happening. While in the back of the ambulance, we learned that I started having more contractions about a minute apart and we were still twenty minutes out from the hospital that I was getting transferred too. By the time we arrived at the hospital, I was dilated to 8 cm and contractions were 10-15 seconds apart from each other, the paramedics brought me up to the fourth floor to labor and delivery, told the doctors everything. We than started preparing for me to deliever, I still had no clue what was going on until they said I would be having my son at any minute, I was so worried because they said I would be needing a c-section. I had finally gotten all my belongings up to my room and I started calling my family that needed to be there, and letting them know what was happening, my family than called the hospital and everything was confirmed. Hours passed and my contractions had slowed down to almost nothing besides every two through three hours, so the doctors wanted to keep me there for a week to run tests, and to watch my contractions. After doing a couple blood tests, a doctor came up to inform me that I have Cystic Fibrosis, and my son has Hereditary Spherocytosis, and he would be born with jaundice. My family and I than started calling family members to see who I would of gotten it from, we had no clue that I had that until right before my son was born. They said my son has a 50% chance of being born with it. A week has passed and I was able to go home, I had regular check ups every morning to make sure everything was fine, which it was. I was put on bed rest until delivery, due to all the complications, and medications didn’t help control the contractions but they slowed them down to nothing after two months of taking them. By the time I was two weeks away from his due date, I went to the hospital because I was just getting super sick, so I went in to the hospital, they told me everything was fine and it was probably sometching that didn’t settle with my stomach, they were than releasing me. I had gone to use the bathroom before leaving and I felt pressure and I can feel pushing but the doctor said I wasn’t dilating at all and sent me home. I was maybe home 30 minutes when I went to go pee and I saw my sons shoulders and above out and I screamed for my grandma. My grandma got downstairs, called for an ambulance, and she had to start making sure we had all the hospital needs ready to go and she would follow down in her vehicle. By the time, I had arrived at the hospital, my son was already knees above out and there wasn’t any way I was going to be able to stop him from coming, and when arriving in the labor room, I was already holding him. The nurses all started rushing in, and they couldn’t get ahold of my OBGYN doctor who was suppose to be there helping so we had called in another doctor to come help. They didn’t let any family come in and they cut his umbilical cord and took him into a different room than me, they didn’t bring him back into the same room where I came in with him until two hours after. My family was all outside waiting to know updates or what was happening, but I wasn’t able to tell them anything because I didn’t know what was happening either. My son had jaundice really bad to where he wasn’t wanting to eat and he was coughing non stop, well his jaundice levels were at 18.7 and if they go above 19, he was be brain dead. They soon after bringing him back into my room told me that they had to transfer us to a different hospital for the rest of our stay, which ended up being six months after he was born. My son is now almost two years old, we go in for regular check ups three times a week, and if he gets sick at all we will be back in the hospital until he’s better. We are never out of out house unless it’s to his appointment’s, or I run to the grocery store to get our needs. He has been doing good and hasn’t been sick in about five months, and we’re hoping to keep it that way.