On August 15, 2005, we found out our lives were about to change forever. We were expecting a baby! After five years of marriage and waiting for the perfect time to start a family, it all happened rather unexpectedly. This was the beginning of such a special time in our lives. We decided to wait until after our first ultrasound to announce it to our families.

On August 27 I experienced some light bleeding. It was the first time I felt genuine fear for my baby's life. I called the emergency number for my OB/GYN and was transferred to labor and delivery at the hospital since it was a weekend. The nurse I spoke with said since the bleeding was light, there was no cramping and the bleeding had since stopped it was most likely a blood vessel on my cervix that had ruptured. She said to take it easy and get some rest until my doctor's appointment on August 29.

I spent the rest of the time worrying about the fate of our baby. I fully expected to be told that the baby was lost when my husband and I went to the doctor that morning for our ultrasound. Instead we were told that everything looked normal and our due date was April 21. No abnormalities were detected. My prayers had been answered and our baby was safe. We shared our ultrasound pictures with my family and our baby earned the nickname Peanut.

On October 31, I woke up and felt a lot of pressure. Thinking it might be a urinary tract infection, I once again called the doctor. I went in and there was no sign of a UTI. My midwife wanted to make sure that I wasn't dilating so she examined me and ordered a ultrasound.

Once again, I was told that everything was normal and that I was probably just experiencing pressure from my growing uterus. My next ultrasound was set for December 1 at 20 weeks. We would get to hopefully find out the sex of the baby. My mom and husband went with me for this special appointment. We were all amazed at the 3D ultrasound. We could clearly see our baby's face, but weren't sure if it was a boy or a girl.

From here on out everything in the pregnancy was perfectly normal. I never experienced any morning sickness, just a little extra tired. We went to our Childbirth Preparation and I tried to decide on which method of pain management I would take. We were planning for the birth of our baby.

As April approached and my doctor appointments came around every Thursday, the reality began to set in that our baby would be here soon. On April 13, I was told that I might go that weekend! My midwife, Peggy, stripped my membranes since I was starting to dilate and my cervix was ripening.

It was Easter weekend, so we went along with our plans as usual; nothing happened. The next Thursday, the day before our due date, I was examined and the midwife, Rita, thought that she felt the umbilical cord. I was immediately afraid for my baby. Upon more careful examination, she thought it was just a ridge in my cervix. She again stripped my membranes.

She was on call that weekend and felt sure that she would be seeing me. An appointment was scheduled for Monday, April 24, just in case. This time we stayed around the house for the most part and waited for any sign of labor.

On Monday morning, I went to the doctor and was scheduled to be at the hospital for a planned induction on Tuesday, April 25. Our baby would be here tomorrow.

We arrived at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. and Pitocin was started around 8. My midwife, Peggy, came in and we discussed our wishes for a vaginal delivery and talked about our ideal birth experience. My husband desperately wanted to catch the baby.

My mom, sister, niece and nephew arrived shortly after that and we began to wait. I started having very mild contractions, so they kept increasing the Pitocin. Peggy said she would break my water after the contractions were more steady.

My family left for lunch and my husband and I watched TV and tried to enjoy the peace and quiet before my pain increased. My family came back and he rotated out for his lunch.

Peggy came back to examine me and decided to break my water. I decided to go ahead and let her do it, so that maybe things would progress and we would have a baby by dinner. My family left the room and Peggy ruptured my bag of waters at 12:07 p.m. I was laughing at how funny it felt and sort of wishing that my husband was with me for this experience.

Peggy left for a lunch meeting only to return with a scared look on her face. She said that the baby's monitor was acting funny and asked that my nurse, Valerie, try to fix it. Peggy then got in the bed and examined me. She told me that we had a cord. I knew what this meant and immediately began to cry and pray for my baby.

She ordered an emergency Cesarean section and the room was flooded with medical staff. My family saw all of the commotion and my husband was paged. He arrived in the room just as they were wheeling me into the operating room, which was thankfully, right next door. Peggy literally held everything in place until our baby was delivered. My husband wasn't allowed in the OR since it was an emergency, but was called to the window with my mom when the baby arrived at 12:28 p.m.

It wasn't until after delivery of the placenta that the doctors realized that they were not dealing with a prolapsed cord, but it was velamentous insertion of the cord (an abnormal condition where the umbilical cord doesn't attach to the placenta as usual) and vasa previa (a rare condition in which fetal intramembranous blood vessels traverse the fetal membranes across the lower segment of the uterus between the fetus and the cervical opening).

I woke up from anesthesia around 2 p.m. and was told that my baby was OK. At 2:30 p.m. I met Maggie Louise, a beautiful 8-pound, 8-ounce little girl. She was perfectly healthy! We were so thankful!

It wasn't until later that I realized how blessed we are to have a happy ending. After three ultrasounds our vasa previa was not diagnosed. Thank God that Peggy checked the baby monitor before she left for her meeting. The doctor on call for my medical group was not at the hospital, but luckily another one from our group was. It just so happened that Dr. D was close by and was in the room in a matter of a few minutes. So many things factored in to our baby's arrival. We are so thankful to God for Maggie every day!

Maggie Louise
Born April 25, 2006
Weighing 8 pounds, 8 ounces
Measuring 21 inches long

Welcomed with love by her parents,
Michael & Jamie