I have angels disguised as friends that have encouraged me
to tell my story and get involved with March of Dimes. Not only will this be
therapeutic for me, but more importantly, I will have the opportunity to help
others. This is one of the greatest
gifts of all.
In August of 2010, my husband and I decided to go on a “Babymoon”
to Savannah, Georgia. I had always heard of how beautiful it was there, and the
fact that it was a short plane ride away from Virginia sold me.
Before we left, I had an appointment with my OB/GYN. I asked her for a green light to fly on a
plane, given I was 32 weeks pregnant.
She said everything seemed normal, so we were on our way to a relaxing
vacation.
I had a prenatal massage the second day we were in Georgia
and later worked out on the elliptical machine at the hotel. That evening, I realized I hadn’t felt my
baby kick or move in the last few hours.
I told my husband that if I still hadn’t felt anything by morning, we
should go to a clinic to make sure everything was okay. At 7 a.m. the next
morning, I woke up after a worrisome night and still hadn’t felt our baby
move. My husband was on his laptop soon
after and found a hospital close by.
On our way to the hospital, I called my sister in Texas and
told her not to worry, but that we were going to the hospital just to make sure
that the baby was fine. I told her NOT
to call my parents or other siblings. I
knew it would only worry them for no reason.
When we arrived at the hospital, we were admitted soon
after. The nurse gave me some apple
juice to sip on in an effort to raise the baby’s heart rate. According to the nurse, the baby’s heart rate
was not fluctuating. It was stagnant at
140. They put this apparatus on me that
zapped my belly to try to “wake the baby.”
The heart rate was still the same.
The next thing I remember the hospital’s resident was
telling me, “We need to deliver now.” I
asked, “Deliver what?” I hadn’t a
CLUE! He said, “the baby.”
I was quickly rushed into the surgery room for an emergency
C-section. In the meantime, my husband was
calling our extended family to let them know our baby was coming. I was sitting there being prepped for surgery,
shivering with fear. I had NEVER trembled like that before but it felt like I
was sitting on an iceberg in the middle of nowhere…helpless. I looked up at the anesthesiologist right
before surgery and I said, “Please save my baby!” I told him I was scared and
the next thing I knew, I woke up, looked down and saw my flat stomach. It took a while for things to sink in.
At 32 weeks and 4 days, our beautiful daughter was born. Francesca
Margo Flewelling. Many emotions were
rushing through including excitement, anxiety, fear, sadness, happiness…the
list goes on! All we could do was just ride the wave! We had no other child to
compare our newborn experience to, so living in a hotel and visiting our baby
girl in the NICU for 3 ½ weeks was “normal” to us.
Soon after the delivery, I was greeted by a March of Dimes
representative. She gave us a bag of goodies and told us that if we needed
anything, we could lean on them. After a few days, I went to a March of Dimes
workshop in the hospital where we made necklaces with symbolic charms. Not only
did this take my mind of things, it was nice to be surrounded by others who
were experiencing an early childbirth. I
actually met a very dear friend in the workshop who I keep in contact with.
My husband and I had to drive 12 hours back to Virginia with
a newborn. I was a nervous wreck! Despite
being sent home with an apnea monitor and our daughter having reflux,
everything was fine. After all, we brought back the best souvenir possible. It
wasn’t until our daughter was 5 months old until we realized she wasn’t grabbing
things with her right hand. I researched this and realized an early hand
preference is not normal. Long story short, (AS IF this story isn’t long!) she
has been diagnosed with right sided hemiplegia.
This falls under the Cerebral Palsy umbrella. The CP words were scary at first, but I
realize they were scary because of my ignorance and stigma that I had on those
words…Cerebral Palsy. I’m embarrassed to
say this, but when I was young, I thought Cerebral Palsy was a disease!
The neurologist and physiatrist tried to appease me by
telling me that Cerebral Palsy is an umbrella term and has a large
spectrum. Our daughter is on the mild
side. I can’t help but turn my head and
think of my friends who have children with Cerebral Palsy on the opposite side of
the spectrum. Why them? Why us?
We have been down a winding road since the diagnosis. Francesca, our daughter, has been in PT since
she was 6 months old and OT & Speech since she was one year old. She is now
2 ½ and close to walking!
Until now, I have wanted to remain private with my
daughter’s diagnosis. Not only do I not like labels, but I don’t want people to
pity us or feel sorry for our situation. Our daughter is a gift and she is perfect
in our eyes.
I am proud to be a team leader in the March of Dimes walk
this summer in Virginia. Our little
Georgia Peach and our experience with March of Dimes have inspired me to do so.