My hardest pregnancy, out of my 4, was my 3rd child, Creed. I found out that I was pregnant with Creed in November 2003. The month earlier, we had taken our older 2 to Disney World. We’ve always been teased that he was our little souvenir. lol
The week after I found out that I was pregnant with him, Isaac, our older son, had his tonsils out at the age of 2. He had to stay in the hospital, a little over an hour away, and my father-in-law was in the hospital an hour away in the opposite direction from our home. My husband was torn and having to work at the same time. So, here I am, with morning sickness, son in hospital who rips his own IV out because the nurses said that they couldn’t take it out yet, my father-in-law in hospital, husband running back and forth while someone else kept our then 4 year old daughter, AND I had no cell phone yet…
When we thought that it couldn’t get any worse, my father-in-law passes away, unexpectedly. My husband’s mother passed away right before he turned 3, with breast cancer, so this left him parent-less. How do I even try to console my husband who has just lost not only his dad, but his business partner and best friend?
Then on December 5th, at 8 weeks into my pregnancy, I thought I was having a heart attack. I had tremendous pain in my chest and back and I could not move. I did not have insurance and knew that I could not afford an emergency room visit. So I sit up in my bed until 7 in the morning, waiting for our local prompt care to open. After test, it was confirmed that I had severe pancreatitis, due to my gall bladder ducts being backed up, and it was also going into my liver. This is very deadly.
As most moms know, this is one of the most critical times during your pregnancy because of the brain, spinal, and other formations being made. The only choice that my Dr game me was surgery. He had to confer with several major hospitals because one, I was pregnant, and two, my pancreas looked like I had been a drinker for years. (I’ve never had any type of alcohol)
Immediately, they had to start pumping my pancreas by placing a tube up through my nose down through my esophagus, and thereon. I couldn’t have ice chips or anything going in, for 4 days. I did get to suck on a sponge of water periodically. On the 4th day, I had my surgery. The doctors prepared me that I would more than likely have a miscarriage. I was so devastated. God gave me this child and I refused to doubt Him.
After coming through the surgery, I was so relieved that everything was fine so far. The 5th day, I got to start trying to walk. I would not allow them to give me any narcotics. Tylenol is what I took for pain. I did not want my baby to be affected any more than it already had. That night I went to the restroom and I was spotting. I remember being horrified and the sinking, desperate feeling that I had. Here I am, in the middle of the night, no one with me but a nurse that I did not know, and facing a heart wrenching dilemma
for my life. The nurse said ” It may just be from the surgery, don’t get discouraged. Just get back to bed and we’ll check again in a bit.” Of course I could not go to sleep. I prayed! I was desperate. During this time, a lady down the hall from my room, passed away with pancreantitis. I was so thankful that God healed me in time.
By morning, I had no more spotting. I was so relieved! After 8 days in the hospital, I was finally allowed to go home.
Elias Creed Wilds was born on July 8th, 2004. Doctors told me that the medicine that they gave me before and during the surgery could have a lasting affect on the fetus. Creed is as smart as can be! He is so handsome and creative! He loves all things art and his voice is beautiful. I know that God has great plans for him, or satan would not have tried so hard to take him. He most definitely has a purpose.