Tink & Key
March 8, 2013, two months earlier than predicted, Gavin Young (3.6lb) and Lynkon Grey (3.8lb) entered the world via emergency cesarean section. Never have I wanted anything more than to be a "mom". The journey wasn't easy. Chalked full of fertility treatments, miscarriages, heartache, and tears. Initially shocked at the news of twins, I quickly realized how beyond lucky I was to be blessed with 2 babies.
A sudden rush to the hospital resulted in strict bed rest for a month at 28 weeks due to a shortened cervix. This gave me ample time to stress over anything and everything, google every movement (or lack of) I was feeling, and Instagram search every #bedrest #pregnantwithtwins I could find.
After 17 long hours trying to offset the 1-3 minute contractions with any intervention they could come up with, this fierce duo was determined to enter the world. I'm so appreciative to Dr. Sayegh and the staff at Sister's Hospital in Buffalo, NY for giving me the best possible birth and NICU experience given the situation.
Within minutes of being born Gavin and Lynkon were quickly swept away to be evaluated and placed in the NICU. We waited 4 agonizing days before we could hold/kangaroo them. They suffered from minimal complications beyond what is to be expected of being born that early. A few setbacks but plenty of milestones occurred during their stay. My heart exploded when we were told after 1 month in the NICU, our boys could come home. 20 months later and they have been nothing short of amazing.
Although these 2 made their early arrival look relatively easy in comparison to others, they are and forever will be my Miracle Babies.
"This is my miracle baby Maizey. I woke up one night last December to use the restroom and was in a lot of pain. I noticed that there was blood in my urine. Of course this caused me to panic and I woke my husband in tears. He called labor and delivery and they said it was most likely a urinary track infection but I should go to labor & delivery just to be sure. Once I got up there they had me take a urine sample and the nurse who took it said it looked like a pretty bad UTI but as procedure they needed to hook me up and monitor baby. We were relieved that it was something so minor. After monitoring the baby for a short period the nurse started calling several other nurses in. After some time they informed us that our baby girls heart beat was irregular and that they would like to do an ultrasound on her to check it out. After what seemed like hours the ultrasound tech came in and looked at our little girls heart for 45 minutes without a word. As he was walking out he simply just said, "good luck!" We had a doctor come in afterwards that had looked at the ultrasound and told us that it looked like Maizey had a heart block. in other words her heart was skipping beats and making up its own random beats, We were then referred to a neonatal specialist in a city about an hour away from where we live, We got in to see him the next week and after more ultrasounds we were told to go to Primary Children's Hospital (which is a 2 hour drive) the following week for an echo-cardiogram. For the next week we said MANY prayers, fasted, and was given blessings that it would all work out. We headed down with the expectation of being told I would have to deliver at that hospital and that my daughter would be taken immediately from me to get a pacemaker put in at only a few hours old. We walked in and got the procedure started. The man doing the procedure was very great and was so positive and upbeat, After about an hour he called in the doctor and they looked over the echo some more and decided to look some more. By the end of the appointment we had 3 different doctors in our room and they told us that her heart had fixed itself. We were told that in this condition it doesn't usually get better and that it usually gets worse with time. I delivered a healthy, beautiful 8 lb. 6 oz. girl April 17th. She has been such a great and happy baby! We are so blessed to have her in our lives and so happy with the way things worked out" Chelsy
My little miracle is Tucker. He was born at 30 weeks after my placenta had started to fully detach. I spent 4 months on bed rest. 2 at home and 2 in the hospital. We had twenty minutes notice that he was going to be delivered. He came at 3 pounds 10 ounces and 15 inches long. He spent 35 days in the NICU and did great until he was given a blood transfusion that caused a severe intestinal infection that we thought would take his life. He fought through that like a champ and I'm happy to say other than a couple of slight respiratory issues he's a happy healthy almost 11 month old. His miracle baby shirt was a Christmas gift from his aunt and uncle. It's my favorite article of his clothing!
Hello, my name is Monica E. I would love to share my story with you and any women who would be encouraged by my journey. I have inserted some photos as well.
“And I will give you a new heart — I will give you new and right desires — and put a new spirit within you. I will take out your stony hearts of sin and give you new hearts of love.” Ezekiel 36:26
My story begins in 2013, when my husband and I decided to grow our family. After a few months of TTC we found out we were expecting, I will never forget the joy and love I felt instantly for my child. Shortly after we found out we were expecting, I miscarried my first baby. I was beyond devastated...there are no words to describe the pain and loss of miscarriage. My faith in a loving Father was the only thing that carried me through that time. A couple of months later, I found out I was expecting yet again, I was so worried I would be overcome with fear because of what happened only a short couple of months previous. To my surprise, I felt the same joy and instantaneous love for my second child. I carried this baby 4 weeks further than I had my first to hear the heart shattering news at my next ultrasound appointment that there was no longer a heartbeat. A couple of days later I miscarried my second baby. I remember being so broken crying on my bathroom floor and all I could say was "the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, blessed be the name of the Lord". I didn't get to hold my babies in my arms, but they will forever be held in my heart. These are the things that make heaven sweeter. I know one day I will get to hold my precious gifts from God.
After a few months, we decided to pursue another desire of our hearts and become foster parents. Shortly after we were licensed we had two little boys placed with us, my heart was so full. After a short time, the boys left our home and again, such loss.
Ten days later, unknown to me at the time, My miracle baby was placed in my arms.A beautiful, 11 week old baby girl. The love and attachment I felt to her was instant and I couldn't imagine life without her. Foster care is such a difficult process, on one hand the journey is long, challenging and unknown. On the other, what a reward!! How precious to be entrusted with children who are over comers and get to share the love of the Lord with them! The journey with my miracle baby was so unknown, fifteen months of uncertainty. Every day I got to love her, be her mama, and watch her defy and overcome obstacles, developmental delays and health issues.
Motherhood has its ups and downs. My sweet baby is 21 months and has only slept through the night a handful of times. There are days I want to complain, but then I remember not so long ago I would have given anything for a sleepless night to have a baby in my arms. I am thankful for these life interruptions and am reminded that I loved, wanted, prayed for and desired this baby girl when all hope seemed lost. Covered in prayer, supported by friends and family and loved by her mama, she overcame! I adopted my sweet girl at the age of 17 months after 15 months of unknowns every minute of every day. She is my greatest joy and my biggest blessing. God filled such a wound I had carried, with giving me this girl for her time here on earth. He reminds me that she is ultimately His and that he has entrusted me with her for a short time. My miracle baby is now 21 months old, healthy, happy and developmentally on target. She is such a fighter and an encouragement to me every day. She is my reason for everything I do.
"On March 4, 2015, our sweet boy was born at 36 weeks via emergency c-section, due to extremely low amniotic fluid. We spent the first night together, as a family, so happy that he was okay and healthy. That next morning things went downhill. Carson was admitted into the NICU for respiratory distress syndrome. He was life flighted down to Miami Children's Hospital at 2 days old. The doctors placed him on an oscillating ventilator and nitric oxide. We were in talks of ECMO, because Carson was not making any progress. Then, our sweet boy decided to fight with everything he had! Slowly he came off of everything and completely defied the odds for his diagnosis! Carson came home on March 25, 2015, after being in the NICU for 21 days. He is now thriving and loving life. We are blessed beyond words to have Carson in our lives." Krystal Fretwell
M son Trent, as it seemed, was born a healthy baby boy on November 30, 2010. He seemed so small compared to his big brother Stephan, so we nicknamed him Peanut. We were thrilled to add yet another boy to our family. However, he came during a rough time for us. My husband, Tim, had just had a total hip replacement at the ripe age of 31, and my Grandpa, who meant the world to me, was on a ventilator in the hospital. Trent’s arrival was a time of mixed emotions: rejoicing because God blessed us with another son and heavy-hearted due to our trials. Still, we cherished those moments with him, as he brought our family so much joy during a time where there was much sorrow.
We were discharged from the hospital with no complications. Where most babies lose weight the first week, Trent’s one-week checkup went great and he was already gaining weight. At home he had a great appetite and slept well, so we were alarmed when we received some shocking news from his pediatrician at his five-week checkup. During the routine checkup, the doctor said, “His forehead looks a little purple.” I responded with, “I have that darker pigmented forehead too. It’s our skin tone.” He replied, “I’m going to check his oxygen.” So he put the pulse oximeter (an instrument which measures oxygen levels in your blood) on my little Peanut’s finger. As I watched the readings, my heart dropped! Being a nurse, I knew that normal levels were 95–100 and Trent’s were reading 62, 63, 61….
I immediately thought, “What is going on here? He’s eating, sleeping, and not straining for oxygen.” The doctor referred us to a pediatric cardiologist in town. At that point he had said nothing except, “You need to go there right now.” My parents and I headed to the pediatric cardiologist immediately. The doctor took Trent into a room to perform an echo of his heart. I remember staring at the screen, not knowing what he was looking for, but trying to figure it out. He said nothing during the entire procedure and it felt like a lifetime. He then went to his office and shut the door. While he was in there I could tell he was making phone calls but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. We were waiting patiently for some kind of answer. About ten minutes later, the cardiologist came out and looked at my mom and me, and said, “Your son has Tetralogy of Fallot; he needs to go to Loma Linda University Children’s Hospital (LLUCH) right now! The NICU is full, so I’m going to send you to Riverside Community so the nurses can get him prepped for transfer to LLUCH.”
At that point, I knew something was serious and called Tim to meet us at Riverside Community. There they inserted IVs into Trent, and then transported him via ambulance to LLUCH. As Tim and I were driving we just kept praying to God, as we needed His strength and guidance. We didn’t know what the doctors at LLUCH were going to tell us, but we knew that only God would see Trent through it all. As we arrived into the NICU, it seemed surreal. It was heartbreaking having to scrub up and get donned in a gown so I could hold my own baby that seemed just fine at home a few hours ago. The surgeon came in and discussed with us that our five-week-old baby boy would need multiple open heart surgeries to fix the four problems in his heart. Our hearts sank. I remember the pain and tears in Tim’s eyes. It was heartbreaking to me. As a nurse, we have a “bedside manner” about us. We have to be strong for the patient and for the family. This time, the family was my husband and the patient was my own son, my Peanut.
Trent was started on IV medications which made him feel achy. He would moan, groan, and be restless. This carried on for five days as we waited patiently for his surgery date. During that time, I would go into a special room to pump. It was in that rocking chair that my tears would flow. I had the privacy and quiet time that I needed with God, to lean on Him for His strength. He was my Comforter, and my Friend to talk to in the middle of the night, while I held my baby boy.
Trent’s surgery was performed by one of the top pediatric cardiologists. This was completely God’s plan because Tim and I didn’t have any connections in the “surgeon” business, and we received the top doctor! A few months prior, Tim had met a guy through a mutual friend. His name was Brooks. What we didn’t know was that Brooks had a dad named Leonard Bailey (who performed the first-ever successful neonatal heart transplant in history, in 1984 at LLUCH). This was God’s plan, for us to meet Brooks. Brooks then introduced his dad, Dr. Bailey, to us and he ended up performing the open heart surgery on Trent. That was a miracle. We felt extra comfort, knowing that God had put people in our lives for reasons like this. We now had the best for our best, our little Peanut. The surgery lasted for four hours and they were able to do a complete repair of all four problems. This was another miracle. Five days ago, we were told there would be numerous surgeries during his first year of life to fix all four problems, and now, by the grace of God, they were all fixed.
I remember walking into his recovery room and seeing my baby with 15 different lines connected to a central line in his little neck. There were little lines plugged into him everywhere there could be. This was done to slowly bring his heart back to full speed. Day by day, less and less lines were needed and Trent was becoming more alert and would even give me a half smile to reassure me that he was okay. I remember sitting in the rocking chair, making sure not to tug at any IV lines, reading my Prayers for Mothers book that my mom gave me, and reminding myself of God’s promises.
Psalm 139:14 says, “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
After seven days of recovery on the fifth floor at LLUCH, we were able to bring Trent home. Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
I wanted to share this story to encourage mothers of all ages. We all have different struggles with our children. Some of you may be new mommies, with infants in diapers. Some of you may have children beginning to stray, and some of you may have children with children. We all may be in different places, but know that God has us right where He wants us. It can be frustrating and difficult at times with our children, but we must remind ourselves that God is their heavenly Father. He loves them and protects them more than we ever can. This is very comforting for me because, when I have those “not-so-good” mommy moments, I can lean on Him to help me through it. I do this by being in His Word every morning, which reminds me of His promises and His hope.
2 Corinthians 4:16–18 says, “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
This verse has encouraged me for years by reminding me to not lose heart during the rough mommy moments, but to look to God, for these light troubles are preparing us for eternal glory. Just like with Trent. Yes, that was a hard time for our family, but God has worked in our lives through it; it has taught us to lean on Him more. Trent is now three years old and will have one more open heart surgery, and a few less-invasive surgeries over his lifetime. He is a healthy and loving little boy who loves Jesus. His favorite song is, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.” And what joy he does have in his little heart that God has repaired! It has opened up new opportunities for me to provide for my family with my “Miracle Baby” tees and to reach out and minister to other mommies who have their own miracle baby stories.
About 6 months ago we stopped sharing a weekly Miracle Baby story. Not by choice, but I was just feeling overwhelmed with so many things on my to-do list for the business.
The sharing of Mother's hearts was and is so special. The good news is we are bringing back #miraclebabymonday where we will feature a Miracle Baby story here on the blog as well as on our social media outlets. We are also launching a new color scheme for our Miracle Baby tees, which I think you are going to love.
Be sure to check back every Monday to read these heart warming stories.