The Day my Miracle came into this world...

The morning came so slow that morning, I was so excited. Sleep? Nope that did not exist the night leading up to this morning. I tossed, I turned, I watched TV, I took three baths, and nothing could occupy my mind. Forty five minutes before it was time to leave I took a shower, Blow dried my hair, Straightened, and put on my make up :) I left the mascara off today, I knew this was going to be an emotional moment. I was like a ball of energy! Ready to go! I woke Deeco up and rushed him out the door <3 I was ready to go!

Deeco & I drove separate cars from my parents. Our hotel was only located about 5 minutes from the Miami Holtz Children Hospital.

 Our car rides, Even being super early in the morning, there was traffic! We had time to goof off!

Finally we arrived! With traffic the drive was a little longer than we expected. I didn't have a nerve in the world! I was more anxious! I was so ready to see my little man and touch him. It had been a long road already and felt like I was waiting for this day forever. I wasn't a bit nervous because I had already experienced the same incision as a C-Section. Plus my previous surgery was more intense than a C-Section. I told Deeco over and over in the recovery room before we went back to not forget to tell them  I wanted to instantly do skin and skin. Not cleaned off yet and all. It was my biggest request. For months I had been reading about the "skin to skin" moment and how important and beneficial it is. As we got off the elevator at the hospital they even had a huge poster about it. I couldn't reintegrate it enough to him how important this was for me to do.

The wait in recovery felt like a life time. All of us have sprint service, for some reason our phones were showing an hour behind. We all sat and checked our phones over and over. We had no clue they weren't showing the correct time.

Everyone came back to visit to occupy my time. Every time Bella's turn was up she would cry to go back again to stay with me. She's a great support system :) Always makes me smile. We ended up just leaving her as a permanent guest and everyone else had to take turns :) 

Finally we realized our phones were not working correctly. We didn't have an hour more wait. It was just minutes away. Deeco was extremely nervous. Everyone had told him all the horror stories of what you see during a C-Section. I was totally ready to go. I just wanted my little boy in my arms. Not a worry in the world It was time for me to go back!

When they came to get me I was ecstatic. I kissed my family goodbye, They all gave me my well wishes and yelled as they strolled me away how excited they were to see my little angel. Bella cried, she wanted to go too to meet her "baby brooder". She didn't understand that no kids were allowed. I kissed Deeco my "See ya soon" kiss and off I went!

As I went back to prep and get my epidermal, Deeco was coached and dressed in his scrubs. I can remember laying on the operating table, the doctor said "Okay are you ready to do this?" My first response was "No, You better go get Deeco! He cant miss this!". He giggled and said "He's on his way, Don't worry he wont miss anything!". 

Don't let the smile fool you :) This man was nervous! You know that awkward smiling and giggling you do when your nerves start to take over? That's what he was doing in the operating room. I still joke with him about it to this day. 

During my C-Section I think my famous line was "Look over the curtain, Do you see anything yet?" He would hesitantly peek and saying "No? Not yet every time". Before you know it he said "He's here!" Taj didn't cry right away like the movies? But I instantly started crying with Deeco. We held each other and I just kept saying "Are they bringing him to me?"

Deeco and the nurse behind me had told me they had to go clean him first, I could hear him cry now. It was the most emotional moment of my life, at the time. I cried and kept trying to turn the top of my body to look threw the machinery to see if I could catch a glimpse. Before knew it he was held up, It was a 2 second hold up literally. I didn't get to see him, I was so upset. Deeco had captured this picture that I had later on got to see in recovery. 

TAJ DAVID PORCELLI 

Born 12/20/12 @ 11:07am. 6 pounds 6 ounces

All I could think about over and over again was how this was the most amazing moment of my life. Remember that little boy I was carrying that I was told I had to terminate. GUESS WHAT?! I DID IT. I fought, I took my chances and he was here! I was overwhelmed with joy and love. I couldn't believe it.

Suddenly I heard "Come on dad its time to go." Deeco started to scurry out. I didn't understand, why hadn't I seen him? Why didn't I do skin to skin. But I knew every delivery was different and my doctor was not a very emotional man. Maybe its something he just didn't do. I layed there and talked to the nurses as they stitched me up. As the doctor finished he said "OK girl We did it". I responded with "Thank you so much Doctor, how is he?" His exact words were, "He's good, sometimes babies don't catch on to the breathing right away out of the womb, but he will when he gets into the nursery". I had already read about this so I was not alarmed. I was relaxed, happy and filled with emotions I had never felt before. 

I was taken back to recovery, to recover before I was put into a room. My mother came back first. I instantly started to get very sick. I don't do well with anesthesia. I get extremely sick. My mom got me buckets and cold rags to cool me down. I was miserable, It always last about 6 hours. I was hoping it was not going to happen this time. 

Everyone came back one by one to see me. Deeco was still in the nursery with Bella. I asked everyone how he was with a smile of joy on my face. At the time I thought everyone else was looking back at me with the same smile. Every one's response was "He's perfect, he looks just like Deeco". My mom stayed with me and tried to keep me as comfortable as possible. Felt like Deeco was gone forever. I wanted to see pictures, I wanted to hear from him he would have the most information.

I'll never forget the moment Deeco walked into recovery. I looked up to find him with eyes of pain looking back at me. I could see the lump in his throat. I asked what was wrong. He instantly broke down and told me everything was going to be OK. I knew right then things weren't OK. I pried for answers and no one really had any. The answer's were his breathing is a little off. I was hurting now, the happiest moment of my life was beginning to turn into the scariest moment of my whole journey. I thought I was in the clear, I was no where near there. I cried the most hurtful tears of my life. Never did I know something could hurt that bad until that moment... Soon to come the hurt was only going to get greater.

I waited for my room, and finally it was ready. Deeco spent most of the time down in the nursery. Well not exactly nursery, Taj had been put in the level three NICU unit. At this time everyone believed, because I delivered at 37 weeks his lungs had not fully developed yet. It's common, simple process.

Deeco would bring me these pictures back from each visit. I was so upset, I didn't get to hold him, see what he looked like in person or anything. I didn't expect any of this, Why is this happening after we made it this far? He explained to me he had a few tubes and was in an incubator. I just layed there in hurt.

I stayed in my room for 11 hours until I was cleared to go to NICU. My head was going a million miles per hour, I was hurting like I could never put into words. Please we made it this far....

I only had a longer journey lying ahead of me... With a broken heart and feelings I could never explain I stood up out of bed and sat in my wheel chair. I'll never forget that trip to the NICU, Deeco had been the amazing father he is the second Taj was born. He never left his side and counted the seconds until he could bring his Mommy to him.... We were only walking into the hardest moments of our life.

The night before my C-Section...

It was Wednesday, December 19, 2012. Since I had to deliver in Miami because of my high risk situation, We had decided to stay in a hotel the night before. We had to get up super early the following day, It just made more sense to stay the night before. Before we left I had the whole house decorated and ready for Christmas. I had spent the previous week doing my homemade decorations and we all decorated the tree as a family. I wanted everything perfect for when we came home. I was going in for my C-Section December 20, 2012 and going to be coming home on Christmas Eve. A better present than bringing home a newborn baby did not exist. I couldn't wait to have him home Christmas morning as Bella opened all her gifts.

Presents were wrapped and stockings were hanging. We were all ready for Santa to come the night we got home :)

That morning we all loaded up & met at my parents house. My parents & sister also had a room at the same hotel so no one had to drive early that am. I remember arriving to my parents, They were running around trying to figure out their new video recorder. They aren't too technology savy sometimes :) They were ready to capture this amazing moment in all of our lives! We were finally here, We made it and I was about to be blessed with a beautiful baby boy that no one believed I could have. 

When we arrived to our hotel in Miami we were all so excited! What a long ride for Bella, She was getting antsy. Bella loves the idea of hotels. Jumping on beds, Running wild and being as loud as she wants. As soon as we arrived in our room, Deeco and I had a gift waiting for Bella. She was so excited. She had seen it wrapped for weeks and always said, "That's for me when Fallon has my baby brother". She was so happy! We had got her the baby doctor :) Now she could play doctor to a little baby in the hospital.

We then went down stairs hung out by the bar and then the roof top pool. I was so anxious, I couldn't believe that now in less than 24 hours I was going to hold my little man! I had been through so much for this day and I just could not wait. A million things were running through my head, but I was as ready as I could ever be.

That night my dad took us all to have sushi at a fantastic place in Miami. We had so much fun. Tons of laughs, spit ball fights, and endless food. Every time the waitress came we all added several new items for everyone to pick at. After dinner we all went to our separate rooms. It was time for rest. 5am was going to be early for everyone, For me not so much. Sleep? How was I going to sleep? 

17 weeks to go....

I had 17 weeks until little man would be in my arms! I had three more small surgeries for the tumor and multiple doctors appointments. I seen oncologists, orthopedic doctors, and my GI surgeon. As we came closer to the end we decided to put the tumor totally on hold. I wanted to put my tumor on the back burner and enjoy the rest of my pregnancy as normal as possible. I had so much to do before little man came, and so much I wanted to experience during this amazing moment of my life.

First I started with my baby shower. My baby shower was everything I had dreamed of. We did a co-ed shower, rented a hall, had my custom fondant cake, bounce house for the kids, music ect. I was surrounded by my loved ones and so blessed I could share this special moment with all the special people in my life. I couldn't of asked for a better day.

During my pregnancy Deeco and I enjoyed snorkeling the reef. It was very relaxing. I think we spent everyday at the reef for about 3 weeks. I can remember always trying to remember to keep my distance from the rocks. Sometimes I would forget that I had such a big belly and scrape it against the rocks. We would always laugh when we would see the marks.

One of the funnest memories of my pregnancy was the big flood we had. Deeco and I looked out the window and couldnt believe how deep it was. We took the dingy boat out and actually started rowing it threw our street, I think I was either almost 8 month or actually 8 months when we did this! It was fun, worry free, and a day I'll never forget!

I worked on my nursery. This was my favorite part of prepping for little man to get here. I was in love with my furniture and my grandmother had custom bedding made, huge salt water fish for the walls and a Guy Harvey Rug. Everything in his room will forever have such a powerful meaning. My Memaw is a very special person in my life, and I'm so happy to have these pieces from her. I also had his name letters custom painted from an artist of the skins of three fish. Everything has so much meaning behind it. I could sit in his room for hours and relax.

Time started to fly by! 

We enjoyed times with our friends, this was our friend Angie's 30th birthday night, We all took a limo out to dinner and celebrated with a surprise birthday party at Cobb's Landing. What a fun night :)

This was my 25th Birthday night! A birthday pregnant is different :) I enjoyed a nice meal at Benihana's with Deeco & my best friend, Stacey.

Daisy was ready for Taj to come too. She constantly wanted to be on my belly. She would scratch me in a dead sleep to roll over so she could lay on my belly. I was so uncomfortable I didn't want to be touched. She would give me no choice, her cries and scratches were beyond aggravating, I gave in every time. Daisy loves Taj, But I think she was nervous because she had always been Mommy's only little baby :)

I was almost ready to go :) Still feeling great... Soon that changed.

Anyone that know's me, I'm a HUGE black friday shopper. I love a good deal. This year we wanted to get my step daughter an electric car. I couldn't find anything under $400. Black friday ads came out and I found the perfect car for $120. You know what that meant? We had to do black friday shopping no matter what this year. I can remember standing in the line for the car at Walmart from 8pm until I think 12pm. People were looking at me like I was nuts! But I could not miss this for Bella. Deeco stood inside and waited by all the dolls I wanted for Bella. I mapped out a whole list and route for him to do inside. I even had my sister and a couple friends standing at other items I wanted across the store :) As soon as they released everything I got the car and then saw a fire pit in a distance. I was debating rather I should grab one, I shouldn't be lifting anything. What do you know, HUGE belly and all I pushed through the crowd grabbed a fire pit. I carried it over my head and waddled as fast as I could inside with it. I finally found Deeco her turned around, "OH MY, what are you doing!? PUT THAT DOWN". When he saw I was fine, we laughed. Nothing was stopping me from my black friday shopping. Needless to say I shopped from 8pm to 4am! Not bad, I usually do a complete 24 hours but 8pm to 4am being 8 months pregnant was not bad :) Now it was time to rest until Taj came. I couldn't move for FOUR whole days after that. But I knew Bella was going to have a good Christmas :) It was well worth all the pain....

This was only my Walmart trip :) 

I think everyone's end of the pregnancy is just uncomfortable all together. I was getting extremely tight inside. My back was beyond hurting. The tumor and Taj were fighting for room and it was now closing my rectum. I was internally bleeding and often in so much pain I didn't leave bed. The last couple weeks were so miserable, I had never been more ready in my life to have a baby. It was now time to meet my little man... <3

My son's angel...

My son has an angel, I like to call him Dr. Yasin. The day I met this man, I knew he was going to take care of us. Dr. Yasin never missed a beat. He remembered every little detail about me. I met Dr. Yasin on August 24, 2011. I was exactly 20 weeks pregnant. I first went for an ultra sound. Ultra sounds were always our favorite part. Because of the tumor we had an ultrasound almost every week.

After my ultrasound, I was put into a room to be examined by Dr. Yasin. After we all introduced ourselves, he began the exam. Little man was moving all over, Dr. Yasin's first response was, "We have a dancer in there." I smiled a smile of relief, I was over whelmed with happiness!

After my exam, Dr. Yasin called us into his office. I began to get nervous. We all sat down, and he pulled up my medical imaging on the computer. Dr. Yasin is very straight forward, quick, and to the point. Took me a while to get used to. Me, I'm very thorough and have to know every detail. Well I learned quick, there was never going to be a straight answer in my situation. Dr. Yasin proceeded to tell us he would take on the challenge. I was besides myself, WE DID IT! Now we just have to get through the rest of the pregnancy. I'm already half way there! He came up with the plan that he wanted to deliver me at 37 weeks, scheduled C-Section. Towards the end of my pregnancy, the baby would start fighting for room with the tumor. We all know the results of that. Also I would have no birth canal. We have to play it safe and keep both the baby and me as comfortable as possible. But we also had to keep the baby in as long as possible for developmental reasons.

We were confident in his decision and left the office that day on a high note. We were all ready to conquer this. From this day on we drove to Miami every week to be monitored. If we weren't at Dr. Yasin's office I was with one of my surgeons. I still didn't have a date or even estimate of what week he would choose to deliver me. But it was time to start planning my babyshower! I was so excited :)

I could never explain in word how thankful I am for Dr. Yasin. We had searched and searched and he was the only doctor that said we would go fourth for with the pregnancy. He said no way he would let me terminate. Dr. Yasin made my life long dream of becoming a mother come true. He had lifted that fifty ton brick off my chest. He was going to make sure I experienced this next 17 weeks as normal as possible.

I left the office that day with his personal phone number and email. He kissed my cheek and said "It's going to be okay, We will do this". My Mother and Deeco teared up and hugged him, thanking him over and over again. I owe it all to him, The rest of my pregnancy went pretty good,  minus small surgeries on tumor ect. But as for my son, He was growing strong and that over came anything else I was going thru with my health. I'll post photos and explain how the end effected me. No one's comfortable in the end, but mine was just a nightmare.

I don't want to over play each and every doctor's appointment. Dr. Yasin will come in again when my son was born...  That's when he really saved his life......  <3

Here's a few photo's from Dr. Yasin's office during my pregnancy.

My little Soldier, growing strong.  

By this time, I had THREE surgeries pertaining to the tumor! & he just held on tight!

This was my last ultrasound, I was ready to GO! Uncomfortable, Miserable, in constant pain and just so swollen! COME ON BABY TAJ!

My first visit at the University of Miami.

The day finally arrived that I was going to see a GI surgeon at the University of Miami. If you're asking why a GI surgeon, because the tumor location is my lower spine (sacrum), pushing against the lower nerves and rectum. Still at this point we didn't know EXACTLY what was going on. We knew I had some sort of dangerous mass but no answers or even if we found a beginning yet. I can't tell you exactly what led us to this doctor or how we even fell exactly in her hands, but from the millions of doctors we had called this one stuck. The morning driving to Miami we were all sorts of anxious!  Deeco and I of course brought my Mother along, and the three of us were crossing our fingers that this would be the start for everything.

Pulling into the University of Miami, I'm pretty sure we all were saying in our head at the same time, "Wow". This place is honestly amazing, Name a problem.... They  have a building full of doctors to treat anything. I couldn't wrap my head around everything. Traffic everywhere, Doctors and Nurses crossing the street from building to building. Every one's in a rush. We were too. The parking garage was rather far from the Sylvester Cancer Institute where my doctor, Dr. Heidi Bahana was located. Our only option was to valet park. Valet Park? Who would of thought at a hospital. I'm a small town girl, our local hospital has probably never even thought about "Valet Parking" :) 

As we pulled into the valet parking line, my stomach started turning and my heart started breaking. I looked at Deeco with fearful eyes and he shook his head. He knew exactly why I did that. I was now surrounded by people being treated by chemo and others in wheel chairs with machines. His shake of the head was silently telling me, "Stop, we aren't walking in with that mentality". My heart was breaking for the people suffering around me. This is where one of my biggest lesson's come in to play, Someone out there is always fighting a harder battle than you. I'm sure many of them would love to be in my shoes, rather than where they are. My problems seemed so minor to what I was surrounded by.

As I stepped out of the car, I looked up to find a gentleman that appeared to be around my age. I'll never forget him. He was recovering from a Rhinectomy (surgical removal of nose). It was covered with bandages. I began to get weak, I had never seen anything like this. He turned to the lady that appeared to be his mom,  he made a remark and started laughing, She giggled along with him. What he's laughing? He's happy? How, in such a tragic time of his life? I learned because no matter how much bad is happening it can NEVER out weigh the blessings each and everyone of us have. He still was breathing and he still was ALIVE, LIVING life with his loved ones. So why wouldn't he laugh and carry on? Without us even exchanging one word, he had made an impact on my life. To this day he doesn't know it, But it gave me that boost to walk into that building with confidence and hope. My whole attitude changed and we walked in. 

We went straight to administrations, I registered, received my ID bracelet, and we all patiently waited for my name to be called. All of our spirits were pretty high during out wait. We laughed, fought over who got to use the one iPhone charger we brought, played each other on words with friends, and the draw something game. Soon we learned the waits at our small town hospital/doctor offices are NOTHING, these weren't minutes that feel like hours. They WERE really hours lol :)  No way you could see multiple doctors in one day, you never know how long you will be in one office. We just made the best of the wait, and boy oh boy was it all worth it :) 

I'll never forget the picture above. I wore Bella's favorite lipstick as good luck. We used to fight over this lipstick, She always had to hold it in her hand, and I always wanted to keep it in my purse so we didn't lose it. It was the LAST one when we bought it :) Figured I'd rock a piece of her with me for the day! Finally we were called, Again I went through the normal procedure with the nurse and placed in a room. I'll never forget the day Dr. Bahana walked in. I was stunned. Tall, Beautiful, Latin woman. She was not your average doctor. She was right up my alley :) High tan pumps on and a tight short dress. Yes, I know... What a hot doctor right!? She was glowing when she walked in! I instantly felt at ease. We went through the whole story of what brought us to her office that day. She said little in front of everyone except, that she was going to help us out. Dr. Bahana then asked Deeco and my Mother to step out of the room. No doctor had ever asked them that. She wanted to do an exam, see if she could feel the tumor. She could. After I had got dressed, she looked at me as she was sitting in a stool below me. I looked at  her and she placed her hands on my knees. With eyes full of compassion and sensitivity she said "You're going to have this baby and I'm going to make sure of it". I started crying and said "Every thing's going to be okay"? Her response was along the lines of if she promised me I'd be okay and if anyone else did they would be lying. But she could promise me I was going to have my baby. Right there was enough for me. That's all I wanted. She continued to tell me that it is a known fact that my son had saved my life, and without my tumor being found because of my pregnancy, I would have NEVER lived a full life. My son truly saved my life. This has been reiterated to me over every doctors appointment, when I started to lose hope. Now it was my turn to save my son's life :)

As I cried with happy tears, tears of hurt, and tears of relief she held me. A complete stranger that had never laid eyes on me until today. She said "She couldn't imagine the road I've been on, and we were going to do this as a team". I've never felt so connected with someone in my entire life. She honestly was my ANGEL. Dr. Bahana now needed to set me up with an OBGYN. I hadn't found one since the day I left the high risk OBGYN's office. She set me up with a well known high risk doctor at the UM.  A few of her doctor friends had him deliver their children and even twins. Dr. Bahana was confident that he would take on the challenge. This woman has made such a postive impact on my story. She has went above and beyond to help us along this journey. Her personal assistant deals with each and every incident that deals with me, I have direct contact for anything I need with her or her assistant. Anyone that's been at a large hospital, knows how much of a pain it is to get directly to anyone. I'm so blessed and thankful to have found her. I'm confident to have her on my side as we fight this.

My next journey leads me to the high risk OBGYN, Dr. Yasin. Time to now focus on my son and having a pregnancy as healthy as I possibly could, I now was going to still treat for my tumor, but put that second in line. All my focus now was going toward's the birth of my son. Dr, Yasin is the angel that then saved my son's life.

My first high risk OBGYN.

July 31, 2012

The days leading up to July 31, 2012 felt like months. Finally the day was here. Today didn't start off as a bad day. We actually walked into our first "High Risk" OBGYN office with high hopes. By this time I was now 17 weeks pregnant.  The high risk OBGYN and my doctor that performed my surgery had been keeping close contact and he had all the information on me he needed. I felt like I was about to get extra good care. Little did I know, I was walking into another set back.

Deeco and I played around in the office, being the usual, goofy/playful couple we are. We were amazed at how many girls were having twins in the waiting room. Also enjoying the twins running around the waiting room. Kids just bring so much joy, rather their yours or not :) When we were called back I lead the way as my Mother and Deeco followed behind. I was first taken into a room. The nurse came in did the usual, weight check, blood pressure, ect. After she was finished we were escorted to the ultrasound room. Comments were made during the day "What if we found out the sex today?",  but we didn't want to get our hopes up. 

Sure enough, I was going to find out the sex! I was so excited I could barely hold it in. I think usually women find out around 20 weeks. Since I was now high risk, ultrasounds were a weekly routine. I'll never forget the feeling that day or every second spent in that room. I laid back trying to sit still, My mom was in front of me, Deeco on the side holding my hand and a big TV screen in the view for all of us. Before I knew it, She said " IT'S A BOY". We all started crying right away. Deeco got his boy, and  now I'm following the same foot steps as my mom (Boy first, followed by two girls). That moment will forever be in my heart and the love we felt instantly was unexplainable. 

We were so over whelmed with joy! After we were done, we were then escorted back to the first room we were in. What do ya know, My mom pulls out stickers and a marker to take pictures of the sex to send to everyone in text. She always comes prepared :) My mom and I were set on a girl, So we didn't have a boy sticker haha, Nothing a little blue marker can't change :)

As we were all sending out mass text messages waiting on the doctor, a nurse walked in. She asked us to follow her to Dr. Stoessel's office. I started to feel that lump again in my throat. We all sat around the high risk doctor's desk. He shook our hands, we all introduced ourselves and so on. Immediately he pulled up all my medical imaging and operating reports on his computer and turned the screen to us. As he started to speak I felt my knees getting weak. 

As he went on explaining that the tumor is so large and because of where it is located, as the baby grew it would close my birth canal. He explained that the tumor was too much of a risk for me and I wouldn't survive if I went through with the pregnancy. He then looked at me, and said "What do you think about terminating?". I instantly broke out in tears. I sternly said "No, Absolutely NOT".  I was starting to get frantic. I looked at Deeco and my Mother. Both with emptiness in their eyes, waiting for them to jump on my side. The doctor proceeded to try and convince me, at this time I was paying him no mind and sticking to my guns. Deeco and my Mother calmed me, Stated remember "There is no baby without you Fallon." At the time I wasn't hearing it, Nothing was going to change my mind. We left right away. As I calmed down they explained that they backed me 100% no matter what, But that in reality there was no baby without me. They had a point, But later that night Deeco and I decided no matter what we were going thru with this, We were going to spend the next couple days finding someone that wanted to take on this challenge.  

The following day we sat and pulled out the ipads and phone book. Started calling all over, some said "Sorry we already heard about you" and some just called back with, "Sorry our doctor is not interested in taking something like this on." We were starting to get discouraged. Finally Deeco found a GI surgeon at the University of Miami Sylvester Cancer Institute by the name of Dr. Heidi Bahana. She was more than happy to meet with me. There was hope.... We waited with our fingers crossed & many prayers..... No matter what I wasn't going to give up, it wasn't even a question that crossed my mind once.

Needless to say, we never returned to that high risk doctors office again.

I thought my last post were hard to write until this one, I write this post with tons of hurt behind it. This was an extremely hard day for me, and the hurt we all felt just could never be put into words. I was finally blessed with my first child, but I was living a nightmare. Through my sad moments, Do know I lived the most amazing love filled moments of my life! This article shows, my happy to sad. This was repetitive the entire journey. But my good from my son will always out weigh any bad thats put in front of my face :)

I have a Medical Record book that I am trying to go thru currently. Here is my report on my visit with this high risk OBGYN. Note: (She is absolutely against) :)

Cont. July 5, 2012 My Hospital Stay...

My overnight stay had now turned into a 5 day stay at St. Lucie Medical. My minor surgery had now turned into a complicated procedure. My quick healing now turned timely, and most of all my pain was extreme. Since my small procedure now had turned into an exploratory procedure, My insides were shifted, tugged on, moved and just all together disturbed. I have never in my life felt a pain like this. The incision didn't bother me, It was my insides not being in the correct places after everything. I was put on Demerol. Though I was pregnant and narcotic's are not suggested at this point we had no choice. After the harsh procedure there's no way to not be on anything. The pain was killing me, I couldn't use the restroom, but the nurse had taken my catheter out too soon, It was not to be removed for 2 days, She removed it immediately after surgery. This left us with screams of terror, long days, and sleepless nights.

As soon as the numbness went away, the pain was unbearable. I have a high pain tolerance, but I just couldn't take this. I had Deeco call everyone that was waiting to visit me and cancel. I was no where in the right state for anyone to see me. I did have a few close friends and family come, often they would have to leave the room due to my pain and visits of new news from the doctors.

My first night was a nightmare. Without having the catheter we had no choice but to pick me up and place me on a bedside toilet. Deeco and my mother still say they can hear my gut screams and cry. It was a pain that will forever haunt me. My mother stayed every night past visiting hours and Deeco slept in a chair next to my bed for the entire 5 days. He's an amazing man, never has left my side, and never missed one of my 100's of doctors appointments. My parent's and sister also were more help than I could imagine. My mom stayed all day everyday. She would give me sponge bath, powder me and put new clothes on me. From laying in the bed in one position because I couldn't move, I was getting rashes and blisters on the backside of my body. My mom kept powder on me and really kept me comfortable. My dad took me would pick me up to use the bedside toilet, wiped me at 25 and always made sure my belly was full. Mind you just a couple weeks before he had lost his father a couple floors up from now where his daughter layed. My heart hurt seeing him there, I knew he was hurting inside. 

My nurse on the first night was very good with me, She stayed on top of my medicine because of the pain I was in. The Demerol was injected thru my IV in slow increments because of the high dosage. I'll never forget that feeling, as I was given the medicine I would have to be wiped with cold rags, I would instantly heat up and start getting dizzy. I was always sick after, so I would have to follow up with nausea medicine. It's the only thing that helped me get rest. 

Meanwhile through all this, the little miracle growing inside me weighed heavy on my chest. Was the baby going to be okay? Will the baby make it after all of this? It just wasn't fair.

The day after my surgery a guy came into my room with a stretcher. He had told us that I was going to go downstairs for an MRI. We were caught off guard. I had no way of getting up, I was still in crucial pain, my insides were not where they needed to be yet. They waited for my next dosage of medicine before they attempted to move me. Everyone worked together and got me as painless onto the stretcher as possible. I couldn't control my screams and cries every time I was moved for that, a bath, or to use the restroom. It was a pain I could never explain. As we got downstairs, Deeco stood next to my stretcher in front of the MRI room. I had never seen an MRI machine and didn't even know what did it at that time. All of a sudden we heard LOUD noises, Deeco looked at me and instantly started crying. He told the nurse he didn't want me to do it anymore, that I had been through enough and he didn't want me to be moved again or go in that machine. She calmed him down and explained we had to do this. 

I went into the MRI room clueless. All of a sudden the beast of a woman pulled the sheet beneath me and literally I was slung onto the MRI table. I SCREAMED bloody murder, I felt like she just ripped my insides out. Deeco could hear my screams from outside the room but had no way of getting in. I said everything in the book you probably shouldn't say and her response was something along the lines of "Oh my gosh, I didn't know you were in pain or cut open, I wouldn't of done it that way".  Long story short after the nurse almost killed me before we could figure out what it was, I DO NOT like MRI machines. I started panicking and was two seconds from pushing the stop button. That's just an uneasy feeling! 

Later on the doctor came in with results. He had asked my visitors at the time to leave the room. Deeco and my Mother stayed. He had told us that he now had found  it  located in my sacrum. It was a tumor, Stage Four. Instead of perturbing it was inside. Everyone just cried, We asked so many questions but his answers were along that line that, he hadn't been to bed yet, and he had called around and done research as much as he could. There was no information on what the MRI was showing. It was extremely rare. He warned us that I had to be seen at a specialty hospital. For how serve this turned out no where around here could help me. He had sent a referral and set up an appointment for me to see a "High Risk" OBGYN. Now it was a waiting game, no answer's until my appointment scheduled with him on July 31st, 2012.

So, my over night stay now turned into 5 horrible days. I could NEVER explain the pain of this surgery. The final day, my doctor had came in to check my incision before I was discharged. Deeco jumped up so he could see with the doctor. First I remember Deeco taking this picture. Bandage is always bigger than the incision right?

As the doctor was taking off the bandage, Deeco's face was an expression I had never seen in all of this. I couldn't move to see below, all I could do was feed off of Deeco's expressions. As the last bit came off Deeco shouted " What did you do to her?" Instantly I knew something else was wrong, I couldn't get anything out. Frantically he was throwing his hands up, saying "You said only three to four inches, whats going?", Why did you do this to her? I was now so nervous. Doctor frantically explained when they didn't see a cyst on my ovaries they had to open me up further to get as far back as they could to see what was going on and where the mass from the ultrasound could be. Needless to say they never found it till the MRI. Meanwhile, thru all this my little miracle was truckin' along in there :)

So this is what my three to four inch incision turned into. Hip bone to hip bone, and staples galore. I was so lost for words, I just sat there. Deeco was furious but trying to calm down for my sake. This picture is very emotional for me. I haven't shared this with a lot till now. Today I wear this scar proudly, and it's a symbol of one of the stepping stones along my way. It's only one of my scars, and my biggest scar of courage/survival will be placed this year July 10th. Exactly 1 year and 5 days from this life changing event.

Leaving this hospital was great! Though I was still no where near healed, I was ready to leave. We aren't exactly fans of St. Lucie Medical Center, to say the least. Five days too long, I was LOSING my mind! :) haha

The next day was my first appointment with Dr. Stossell. I will continue the blog to share my experiences and the beginning of the most heart breaking and troubling times that were lying in my future from this day on.... 

July 5, 2013

July 5, 2013

The morning came faster than I expected.  We were all up and ready to go. My dad kissed me, said his well wishes and was off to work. Deeco and I drove to the hospital, My mother stopped picked up my grandmother and met us there. The drive to the hospital was the shortest ride ever. All the times before time was ticking as slow as possible, this time it flew by. I can remember walking into the hospital to get ready to be prepped for surgery. We all sat in the waiting room together with awkward silence and a few comments faking this was going to be an easy time. Everyone kept saying its going to be over before you know it.

I am extremely anal about things being planned out. I like to mentally be able to prep myself so I make sure I have every detail before something happens. It actually is not a good trait in situations like this. I've learned a lot of things don't go as planned. You have to learn to roll with the punches. I can remember the volunteer calling my name. She was a cute elderly lady with silver hair. She had a pleasant smile. My grandmother was in a wheel chair, she had just had hip surgery. The elderly volunteer walked, Deeco, My mom, Grandmother & I down a long plain gloomy hall wall. She tried to make small talk. I didn't say a word. I walked in front of everyone, I had a lump in my throat the size of a baseball, I was fighting back tears that began to hurt. But why was I so nervous? This was a normal procedure, no big deal? 

I want to first explain the "Plan". Plan was that I was going to be put completely out. I was going to be sleeping for the procedure, have a three to four inch incision and spend over night in the hospital. Doctor said his patients walked the next day, no problem. Cake right? One thing Deeco and My Mom kept telling me was, "You're going to be put to sleep, wake up and its all going to be over". Boy were they wrong. 

Finally after walking the long hall way that felt like miles, I arrived to the double door of the OR. I turned to Deeco, My mom and Grandma to say my good-byes. I had a fifty ton brick sitting on my chest. Pregnancy shouldn't feel this way. I was supposed to be experiencing happy times, not all of this. Deeco instantly grabbed me, We held each other cried. He was going to be coming in once they had me set up. He was allowed to sit with me once I was all prepped until I went to the operating room. I kissed my Mother & Grandma with tears rolling down my face, Turn to the doors and heard faintly everyone say, "We love you, I'll see you in a little".

Now I couldn't control my tears. The nurses were trying to calm me down, and said it was normal for me to be nervous, especially because I was pregnant, Hormones running wild. I got in my hospital gown, had IV's put in, and then the anesthesiologist came to see me. He was middle aged, nice but very blunt. He proceeded to tell me he decided I was going to stay awake for the procedure because it was safest for the baby. That's when I started to panic, What I was going to be awake the entire time? This was not in the plan? I didn't mentally prepare myself for this! Why the sudden change? I started to freak out, told them to get Deeco right away, I couldn't get many words out. I remember the doors bursting open and Deeco literally running to my hospital bed. He said "What's wrong" over and over before I could get it out. Finally I bursted out with "They say they are going to keep me awake?". Deeco has a very strong personality, He turned to the anesthesiologist and aggressively said, "What do you mean she's staying awake, I want the doctor here now". This kind of started an up roar in the OR. The anesthesiologist stood back, raised his voice and Deeco did the same. Doctor's were running over and so were nurses. Deeco's intentions weren't to be aggressive at the time, He was just as scared as me and just didn't understand why the plan was now changing.

My Doctor came in and calmed the situation. He explained the risk of me going completely under and why it's safer for me to stay awake. Though this is not what we had been told from the beginning we trusted their judgement and went fourth. I again said my emotional good byes to Deeco. As he left I was then given an epidural. I remember being rolled back to the operating room. We we got to the room, it was extremely cold and just white walls. Everything I had seen in movies. I layed there teeth chattering, scared half to death. An assistant came and stood behind me my entire surgery, He talked to me to ease the situation and played with my hair the entire time. He has such a peaceful and kind persona about him that in a way made it so comforting. 

As I was laying there, another surgeon was called in. I started to get a bad feeling, As I was trying to hear their conversation over all the machinery all I could make out was, "I don't understand she had multiple ultrasounds that clearly show it?". I knew something was wrong, just didn't know what yet. I started to get worked up, my heart monitor started to make loud noises, and the surgeons threw the tools down making a loud clinking noise and ran out of the room. I instantly lost it, I started yelling, "What's wrong" over and over. The nurses just kept responding "You're going to be fine". The kind touches and hair play from the assistant were not going to make a difference now, I knew something was wrong. Clearly why would two doctors run out of a surgery? 

My next question was "Is the baby ok?" It's all I cared about. I asked it over and over frantically I wasn't giving anyone time to answer the question. Finally a nurse came to me and said "Yes the baby's fine, I saw everything & between you and I, I think its a Boy".  I had planned on having a gender reveal party, Way to ruin it nurse! Haha... But yet I started to get excited to tell Deeco.... I knew this was his biggest dream. A fishing buddy, someone to play soccer with, & most of all someone to carry out the name! 

While I was being closed up, the doctor's had walked Deeco & My mother to the chapel. Nothing ever good comes out of a meeting in the chapel at a hospital. We all know this. He looked at them and stated that when he had opened me up, nothing was there. He had left my ovary because nothing was there. The doctor was sweating, he was frantic he just was totally besides him self. I had an ultra sound every week until this day to watch the growth. It clearly was visible, How in the world could it be gone? The Doctor had no answers, and Deeco and My mother always tell me they will never forget that day or the feeling of being brought into that room.

Meanwhile, I was in recovery. I can remember being very sick coming out of the anesthesia. It does not sit well with my stomach. Suddenly the double doors to my right opened. My doctor's face was so disturbed. He pulled a stool next to my bed, held my hand, place it next to his cheek and cried saying "I am so sorry for doing this to you". I cried and asked what happened, what was wrong? He explained that when we opened me up, nothing was there. He proceeded to explain he took everything out that could be blocking view of the "Cyst on my ovaries". His last words were, "We all clearly seen this numerous times, Only answer I have is it is an act of god, that made it disappear".  As he finished that statement, I was speechless, He proceeded to reassure me that he was going to do more test on me the following day and would not leave the hospital that night, he wanted to start some research. As he walked away, I layed there in complete shock. I didn't know what to think yet. I was feeling no pain, I was still numb. I was just very sick to my stomach. Deeco and my mother walked in shortly after, Tears running down their face. I looked at them and said "This is not an act of god." They agreed. When I say that I'm not saying I'm not a believer. I am and honestly god has been on our side for a lot of our hardships, I'll explain later in my story. But I just knew something was not right. How do you see something larger than a softball on multiple ultrasounds and now its gone? Nothing was adding up.

July 5, 2012 had now changed our lives forever. The entire time, I'm going through all this, remember my little miracle baby is living and growing inside me. From this moment, We knew that, that little life had now saved mine... We just didnt know the extremes of everything quite yet. Without the baby we would have never seen or found whatever this was.... But we were now only beginning to get to the bottom of it.....

July 5, 2012 and my entire hospital stay will be continued in the next blog. I'm going to share a very personal photo that not many has seen. 

The day before our life changed...

The day before the big day we were both nervous but yet hiding it quite well. Deeco of course was trying to make things as easy as possible. Since we were living on South Beach it was quite a drive to St. Lucie Medical. Surgery was early in the am. We decided we would stay at my parents house the night before. 

Before leaving for my parents house, Deeco brought Bella and I for some salt water therapy followed by the pool. We had a lot on our shoulders at the time, and it was nice to spend one last day relaxing. We laughed, played and made several comments about "One more day and we can put this all behind us". Little did we know, We weren't putting anything behind us for a long time, We were only beginning this journey.

Bella always brings light to the situations. She can make us smile when every thing's wrong. She can make you temporarily forget about your troubles, and remind you why there is still so many other blessings during these times.

See ?! How couldn't you smile & laugh with this little nugget around? 

After our fun in the sun, It was time to pack Bella up to spend the night and weekend with her Grandma. At the time we were having problems with some "family" but still sent Bella so she could spend time with them. Are you asking yourself how anyone could have problems at times like this? I ask myself the same thing. I've learned that people will hurt you more when you are down. I've never seen anything like it, and honestly if I showed things that were said to us and went on while I was in the hospital, I'd probably blow your mind. I'll get into more of that as I blog onto the next chapter. Deeco was alone. He was trying to be strong for me and his unborn child, But no one to cry on their shoulder. My heart goes out to Deeco, & hurts for him. I don't know why people intentionally try to hurt him, but I do know its made him ONE HELL OF A MAN :)  You know what family is not always blood, and my parents, sister, and brother have been an amazing support system for us along with other members of the family!

Bella was on her way to a 4th of July party, And of course you know she had to get festive! We were happy to know she would be in a comfort zone and also busy with fun activities! 

Off Bella was, and off to my parents we were. My parents cooked a home cooked meal. If anyone knows my parent's they are known for their cooking! Dinner is always amazing at their home. Later that night, my mom put me in the shower and helped me scrub with the sterile sponge. She had bought me really nice robes, gowns, and slippers for my hospital stay. I put one on that night and layed with the family watching TV. As it looked like I was watching TV, I definitely was not. My mind was going a million miles per minute, I didn't know what to expect. I had never been put under before in my life,  I had never been cut open for anything! I was extremely scared, but if you know me, you know I never show fear. I have to say I'm one tough cookie. I don't know how I even fell asleep that night, But I do know the next morning, July 5, 2012 came very quick. I can replay this day like it was recorded on a video......

First Doctor's Appointment

I can remember how anxious we sat in that waiting room. Totally clueless of what a first doctors appointment consisted of.  I remember asking each other questions like, "Do you think they will do an ultrasound today?". Moments later (felt like hours) , we finally heard "Ms. Tilton". We jumped up and proceeded to follow our nurse to our room. She was short, cute, Latin and had a great personality. As I sat on the table in the room and she checked me out, we discussed the joy of being pregnant for the first time. We joked about having twins, and of course my remark was, "I really hope I'm having twins." Deeco acted like I was crazy :) She asked me if they ran in my family (which they do) and she started joking with Deeco. 

Finally the doctor came to see me. Tall, handsome, long hair, tan skin and one hell of an accent! Deeco used to always call him my boyfriend because I would get so flustered :) As the doctor was checking me out, he said he would like to do an ultrasound because of the levels in my blood. We thought nothing of this, in reality we didn't even know what he was talking about (We were both new at this). 

I looked at Deeco in excitement that I was getting an ultrasound on my first visit. The minute we seen the baby on the screen and heard the heart beat we instantly filled up with tears! So emotional already we held hands and smiled. As we were starring in awe, the doctor proceeded to say, "Well looks like you have two in there". I had a feeling come over me I cant explain, all I could do is start laughing. As I glanced at Deeco, his face of joy instantly turned white. I had never seen his eyes so big, literally almost falling out. Right when I was about to have the nurse check to see if he was breathing, he bursted out with "Oh my, Do you know how hard twins are?". I still laughed, I responded with "You do what you have to do". 

The doctor kept looking closely, he then stated he would be back. He wanted to again check the levels in my blood. He came back and said everything was not matching up correctly due to the hormone levels my blood was showing. I was then sent over to St. Lucie Medical for a more detailed ultrasound. 

Then is when it all started. I was not pregnant with twins. The ultrasound tech said I would meet with the doctor to discuss more. As we arrived back at the Doctor's office, my doctor asked us to please follow him to his office. I walked the hallway with a lump in my throat. Now I was scared. What was wrong? Why did he think I was having twins? Is the baby okay? 

We both sat down in chairs in front of his desk. He stood up and closed the office door. My doctor proceeded to take out pictures and started to explain that I had a cyst on my ovaries. I couldn't speak, I was one word away from crying so I let Deeco ask all questions. As most of you all know looking at Deeco, is like looking in the mirror but seeing a guy version of me. We can finish each other's statements most of the time. Deeco asked every question that I had going thru my head. 

Doctor proceeded to let us know that everything was fine. Having cyst on your ovaries is VERY common, and actually not a big deal at all. Still being pregnant and all the hormones it just was not sitting well. I was worried and ready to run out, release my tears and start my research. Doctor proceeded to tell us that the cyst had to be removed. He said it was extremely large and it would be best to remove it at 12 weeks pregnant. I was very skeptical about this. After long sought out research its very common to remove large cyst at 12 weeks pregnant. It's safe and unharmful to the baby. We had them scheduled for me to have Laparoscopic surgery on July 5, 2012. I was going to be cut open four inches and they would remove my left ovary. 

Not only did we just find out horrible news, my grandfather was a couple floors up in ICU. I can remember pulling myself together to go up and support my family. Everything about this day was turning bad. We all cried, held each other, and told him our last words. I'll never forget the hurt in my dad and the rest of the families eyes. As everyone asked me how's the baby, I couldn't get anything out that made any sense.  Right now it was only about Grandpa. I remember driving away from that hospital and having my dad call me to say Grandpa had passed away ten minutes into my ride home. My heart was broken in so many ways, I  wanted to be there for everyone, but I was at the bottom myself. RIP Grandpa Shakra. We love you, & may you rest at peace :) I know your watching over all of us!

After we finally could wrap our head around all this we started to prep ourselves mentally for the surgery. I was confident in the decision to go fourth with the surgery, but still nervous. We decided to spend the next couple weeks enjoying it the best we could. After 12 weeks we would put this behind us and proceed with a NORMAL happy pregnancy. Little did we know we were just beginning a long, hard journey. July 5, 2012 changed our lives forever....