On Dec. 24, 2009 I gave birth to my wonderful baby girl. She was born at 7:08 in the morning. 5 hours later she couldn't breathe on her own and rushed to the NICU. They hooked her up to a vent that did all the breathing for her. They did x-rays, ran blood tests, and did cultures. Her right lung was completely filled with fluid and her left lung was half way filled. When they intabated her, they said a whole bunch of blood came out on the tubes. The doctor came and asked me if I had been positive for any infections while I was pregnant and I hadn't. He told me that she had congenital pneumonia and they still needed to figure out why. He told us that she might die and to prepare ourselves for that. I still hadn't seen her at this point because my stupid legs still wouldn't work. The epidural final wore off enough and I got to go to the NICU at like 8 that night. I was so heartbroken. There was this most beautiful girl in the world on the edge of life laying there. I couldn't hold her. I couldn't cuddle her. I couldn't kiss her. All I could do was stare at her. I couldn't feed her. I couldn't hear her cry. I felt so helpless, scared.
Christmas morning, my doctor came in and discharged me. It took the nurse forever to do anything which was fine because I just spent the whole day in the NICU, sitting next to my daughter. The test results for one of the cultures came in and she was sick with a Group B Strep infection. I was completely in shock because I had been tested only a week before she was born and was negative. The doctor said that I had to have been positive at some point because she was born sick. They called my doctor and my doctor had to come back in to give me a script for antibiotics. Now we knew what had my baby girl sick, but we still didn't know if she was going to make it. We left the hospital that afternoon to go spend the evening with our other 3 children. They had sat at home with grandma, patiently waiting to open their Christmas presents. Everything just seemed so surreal and everything is just blurry to me, foggy.
We came in the next morning and after waiting for 2 days while our daughter wavered on the edge of death, the doctor told us that he believed she had come around the corner over the night seemed to be on the mend. At that point everything became about when the vent was coming off, and when do I get to hold her. She stayed for 3 weeks and got to come home. It was a roller coaster ride every hour. I would be SO happy to be going and seeing her and cry so hard when I left.
I bet you are wondering why am I telling this story on a blog about weight loss. Losing weight isn't only about shedding the pounds. It is about living!! October is Prenatal-onset GBS Disease Awareness Month! My daughter got very lucky to have made it through this infection with her life and so far she appears to be 100% normal. She nearly died though. This kind of event has such a profound effect on the way you look at life. Little things that you use to worry about so much, don't seem to matter any more. You don't take so many things for granted anymore. You realize how precious and fragile life really is.
My daughter fought for her life so she could be with me. Now I will fight for her and my other children, so I can continue to be around for them. This is what losing weight for me is all about, fighting for my life for my children!! My daughter had to be such a stronger little fighter and has overcome some of the worst odds. What I am wanting to do is nothing compared to what she has been through, so I know I can do it.
So now I am going to post up some stats about GBS. These are copied and pasted from the Group B Strep International website. Here is the link: http://www.groupbstrepinternational.org/
"Group B strep can infect babies BEFORE birth causing them to be miscarried or stillborn, born too early due to premature rupture of membranes and/or premature labor, or to become sick before IV antibiotics given during labor and delivery can be effective.