A Year Ago

My pregnancy with Sahara was horrible. And January 19th, 2009 made it 10 times worse. This time last year, I was 16 weeks prego. I had been terribly sick with "morning" sickness (I have no idea why they call it that; I was sick 24/7), and I was hoping that I was almost to the point of feeling good. That evening, my husband and I were on our way to the vet (our sweet kitty, Basil, was sick), and we were stuck in stop-and-go traffic on the freeway. I'm sure you can guess what happened, we stopped and the car behind us, didn't. Thus began a horrific journey. We both had whiplash, our necks and backs hurt, but otherwise, we felt fine. We exchanged info, and we were off the see the vet. While we were at the vet, I started feeling cramps, but I wasn't bleeding, and stupidly thought that was all I should look for. So, a couple days went by, and on the night of the 22nd, Ja and I went to bed late, which is a blessing, because we had been going to bed really early since I was always so tired. As we were laying in bed watching a movie, I started bleeding. I raced to the bathroom, screamed for Ja, and called my mom. We ended up speeding towards the emergency room, and eventually were told that our baby had a 50/50 chance of making it. I was put on strict bed rest. By the time we got home it was around 6 am. We crawled back in bed, sad, and around 9 am, woke up to Basil crying by the bed. He was worse than before. I called the vet to ask about the blood work they had taken. He had a disease that attacked all his major organs, and our best option would be to put him down. That really was the worst day in my life. My husband and I felt so depressed. Thankfully, we have a wonderful family and church that surrounded us in prayer and support. They cried with us and held us tightly. I was on bed rest for about a month/ a month and a half, and had NST's and ultrasounds quite often. We were for sure the baby was going to come early, be underweight, have to stay at the hospital, etc...But, God is good! She came only 9 days early, was 6 pounds 10 ounces, and was a healthy pink little girl! Although, I would never like to rewind and relive those days, I am grateful that we went through that. We saw God's faithfulness, power and mercy. We give thanks for our little baby Miracle everyday. He is good!