By Palmdale resident Desire Jefferson Wright
I went to Antelope Valley Hospital on 12-11-12, because I was [19 weeks and 6 days pregnant and] having vaginal bleeding with mucus. I was told I was having a threatened miscarriage and I had a urinary tract infection and that I should just go home and put my feet up.
I was at home a little over an hour when I went to use the bathroom because I thought I had to have a bowel movement. I got ready to wipe myself and I felt like a ball was between my legs. I took my hand and felt down there to feel a ball that was wet. At this point, I am nervous, so I took a compact mirror and looked between my legs to find a grayish ball protruding from my “private”.
At that moment, I was scared, so I tried to keep the ball in and I dialed 9-1-1. I laid on my bed until the paramedics arrived. When they did, they rushed me back to the W.I.P [Antelope Valley Hospital/ Women and Infants Pavilion] to get checked out.
Come to find out, I was six centimeters dilated! The doctor told me and my husband that our baby would not live, because they don’t save babies born before 24 weeks gestation. The doctor said I had an incompetent cervix, so the next time I got pregnant I needed to have a [Cervical] cerclage done. My husband and I were shocked by how rude the doctor was – to just tell us our baby was going to die and the next time we needed to have a procedure done that we both have never heard of!
At that time, I was placed in an antepartum room. A baby warmer was brought into the room, because the doctors and nurses were convinced my baby would not live. Various doctors came and talked to us about what we wanted to do with our baby when the baby was delivered. We told them we didn’t know; that we were still in shock over the whole ordeal.
At that time, the doctor decided to put me in a transverse position to see if I could get some pressure off my cervix, even though they were convinced my baby would be born that night and not live. I was 19 weeks and six days pregnant, and it was too early for the baby to be born and survive.
That night turned into weeks. I made it up to 23 weeks and two days pregnant. I was laying in the hospital for almost a month with the doctors coming in every day with no hope that my baby would survive.
On January 4, 2013, my daughter was born, weighing 470 grams [1.03617 lbs.]. Everyone was surprised that she was breathing and had a great color, being born so early.
She was rushed to the NICU [Neonatal intensive care unit], where she stayed for almost three weeks. She had to be airlifted to UCLA Medical Center, where she remained for the rest of her recovery. My daughter was discharged home on June 22, 2013.
My daughter is a true miracle, and she is a true fighter!
She is seven months old now and is doing great. She has some lung issues and has to learn to take the bottle again, but overall, despite what she has been through, she is amazing. She does not have many of the medical conditions that come with prematurity. She was so tiny that she was not a regular preemie, she was a micro preemie.
I want everyone to know my story. God is the only one who decides who lives – not the doctors! Doctors may be professionals, but they also can make mistakes. Not every case is the same.
My baby girl is a true, true miracle baby. She brings joy to me, my husband, and my family’s hearts every day!
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