Mom to Jordan Reed
November 16, 2011 to November 18, 2011
Cranberry Township, PA
Nine months ago, I found out I was pregnant with my second child. This came only a couple of weeks after my only sister delivered her stillborn son, Kohl. I was devastated at her loss and was nervous for my own pregnancy. I had a normal pregnancy and was in my third trimester. I was getting so excited to welcome another son into our family. The holidays were approaching. The Christmas gifts were wrapped and the stockings were hung. The only thing missing was the baby.
One morning, at 37 weeks, I called my doctor because I was not feeling much fetal movement. I was directed to go straight to the hospital to get the fetal heartbeat monitored. The nurses set me up on a monitor. There was a heartbeat and I took a big sigh of relief. Forty-five minutes later, Jordan’s heart rate dropped from 138 beats/minute to 68 beats/minute. This happened two more time before I was shuffled into a bed where I was undressed and having needles poked into me. I was informed that the baby needed to come out immediately. They rushed me into the OR for an emergency c-section where my beautiful son was born at 1:28 PM, weighing 6 pounds 14 ounces.
I soon woke up in recovery, asking about the baby. They told me he was born still, but were able to revive him. He was going to be flown to Children’s Hospital. Jordan was born with virtually no blood in his body. We had suffered a placenta abruption. Jordan had several blood transfusions. I knew he was a fighter. That night, he suffered several seizures. He was on metabolic life support. Only the medicine and machines were keeping him alive. He was unable to regulate a blood pressure and 45 hours after he was born, he died again.
Being in two different hospitals, I was not able to make it to Children’s before he passed away. My husband was holding him when he took his last breath and I was thankful for that. My husband and I took turns holding our perfect little angel as we said our good-byes. Leaving him behind was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Our hopes and dreams o fa healthy baby were gone. We were devastated. It has been one month since we lost Jordan and not an hour goes by where I don’t think of him. I know he is in a good place, but will forever want him to be in my arms. He is now an angel alongside his cousin Kohl and one day we will meet again. I can’t wait!