After getting all settled into my room, the nurse came to give me an IV. She couldn't find a good vein and I ended up with black and blue bruises all over my hands. Finally that was over and things really started moving. The labor was fast, just a couple of hours, but all those details have faded in my head in wake of the nightmare that was about to unfold.
Finally, after my hardest labor yet, little Breanne squirmed her way into this world. She was perfect, and pink, and crying up a storm. They cleaned her off, wrapped her up, and handed her to me. Such a blessing. I held my little baby for a few precious minutes, then it all began.
|Holding Bree before the "fun" began|
|Bree, after her surgery, hooked up to all of her machines|
|Holding Bree right before her surgery. This was the only the 3rd time I had held my baby in 4 days|
Calling our parents with heavy hearts, we informed them with tears in our eyes, that Bree had been born. She was beautiful and precious, but there was something wrong with her heart and they were preparing her to be Life Flighted to Primary Children't Medical Center.
Our dear friends arrived to give love and support and help Ben administer blessings, the first of many to come over the next two weeks, to both Bree and me. I was wheeled to see my little baby. She looked so small and tiny in her incubator all hooked up to many beeping machines. I was so scared.
With fear in our hearts, we watched our baby be taken to the helicopter. Ben followed the helicopter down to Salt Lake, while I had to remain at the hospital. My mom came to spend the night with me. I couldn't bear the thought of being alone when any moment my baby could die.
|A proud Marissa holding her baby sister for the first time|
|Audrey finally getting to hold her baby sister|
Thursday arrived. Breanne was just 4 days old when she was taken in to the operating room to be operated on. We waited, and waited, receiving updates periodically. Things seemed to be going well. There were a couple of snags, but nothing REALLY serious. Then, blessedly, my little girl was out of surgery. She had done so well that they were even able to close her chest cavity up that day rather than a couple days later. This shaved off a few days from her recovery.
Now on to recovery. Recovery went fairly smoothly. We were told that BEST case scenario, she would recover in the hospital for two weeks before being sent home. They neglected to take into account the fighter Bree would turn out to be. After the first couple days she was doing so well that machines just kept being taken off her every time we turned around!
|Trent is finally a big brother.|
|Daddy holding his little girl|
Having great faith in the Lord, we survived the nightmare and here we are a year later. Breanne is a happy, healthy, one year old today!!! A fading scar remains on her chest to remind us of the miracle she is. I am so blessed to have my little girl, and I am so grateful to my Faith, the priesthood power, and knowledge of God's plan which sustained me through those first few weeks.
I am so grateful to so many who did so much for our family over that time. Friends who took our children full time. Friends and church sisters that cleaned and sanitized my home in preparation for Breanne's homecoming. Friends and church members who checked up on us, offered priesthood blessings, and love and support. We were truly blessed by an outpouring of love. Thank you to all, and most of all thanks be to God for his tender mercies. Thank you, Lord, for letting me keep this precious daughter of Thine. To be able to raise her and love her in THIS life.
|Breanne this morning on her first birthday! Oh how far we have come!|