This little ones journey over the past month has not been easy. As I was preparing this post I thought who could better tell his story than his mommy!…….
“August was born on Monday, September 30, 2013, weighing in at 6 lbs. 9 oz and 19 in. long. My husband and I were in awe as we saw him for the first time. He was beautiful and had the sweetest disposition. On Wednesday we took our sweet boy home to begin our new life together.
The first week home was one of the sweetest times I have known but it was also one of the scariest. While we were in the hospital August had started throwing up very small amounts of grass green vomit. As the week went on the vomiting increased in amount and violence. My husband and I knew something was wrong. We were in and out of the Dr.’s constantly and when we were not at the hospital we were on the phone with the Dr. and others trying to figure out what was wrong. Not a day went by where I did not end up in tears.
The worst night home was Sunday, he vomited more than he had up to that time. He would vomit and then I would feed him, trying to keep him hydrated and food down. As I was feeding him I just started sobbing, I thought maybe he had bad reflux and I was hurting him more. As I was sobbing and feeding him God met both of us in a special way. August for the first time reached his little hand up and grabbed my hand, it was as though he was saying, “I know you are trying to help me and I love you.” My heart leapt and the tears came on even harder.
The next morning we got him into the Dr. and for the first time he was starting to show signs of dehydration so we were rushed to the ER.
While on our way to the hospital Tyler and I prayed and pleaded with God for answers and for mercy. At this point we had no idea how bad things really were.
When we arrived at the pediatric ER we were immediately seen. Within about 10 minutes of being there they were trying to get an IV in him and get his fluids up. During this process we were being told our little one was very sick and they were not sure what was going to happen. At this time the scariest moment came. While trying to get the IV in, August stopped breathing and had to be resuscitated.
While I was in labor and delivery God encouraged me with Psalm 34 and while in the ER one of my dear friends emailed me and said she felt like God wanted to encourage me with Psalm 34. Here is the verse God used to provide peace, “I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears…. This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him and saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and delivers them.” For the first time that week I felt peace and rest where August was concerned, I was able to surrender his health to the Lord.
My husband stayed in the room as they were trying to resuscitate him, I stepped into the hallway and immediately dropped down and started praying. I begged God for mercy, if he had to take August that he would do it quickly and with no suffering but if it was his will to spare him. Thankfully they were able to stabilize him and immediately started prepping him for emergency surgery.
We walked with our little one to the OR and said our goodbyes as though it was the last time we would see him. For the first time my husband cried as we prayed over him. They opened the doors and took him in and we were aware of how helpless we were and how great our God was.
While he was in surgery we were being told all the possible things that could be wrong and they were all pretty grim. Our surgeon, Dr. Gates came in real quick before the surgery and said, “regardless of what I see when I go in, I will wait 24 hours to do corrective surgery if possible.” We asked him why and his response was this, “With this type of situation I never operate without giving the chance for a miracle to happen.” We were astounded.
Hours passed and then we got the phone call that he was out of surgery. At this point our dear friend and Pastor was with us (we happen to live in their above garage apartment) and all of our family; the people who had us walk through the past week with August.
Dr. Gates, the surgeon met with us and told us that it was a success, he could not have asked for a better outcome. August had a rare birth defect called Incomplete Annular Pancreas and by God’s grace it was 100% corrective through surgery. Not only was he going to live, but he would have a normal life.
We were taken back to see our sweet boy. He looked like he had been through war, tubes everywhere and bruising such as we had never seen on a baby before. It did not matter though, all we knew was he was alive and was going to be ok.
The church rallied around us and took such sweet care of us during our stay at the hospital. Countless friends visited, brought meals and even spent the night with August so Tyler and I could get some sleep. The hospital staff was also amazing.
The morning after his surgery one of the ER nurses came up to see him and when she saw him she started crying. She said that she did not think he was going to make it. She shared with us that when she had gone home that night she could not sleep so she stayed up all night and prayed for our little one and that God would spare him. Later that morning a medical student came in and said that she had been unable to sleep that night, so she stayed up all night and prayed for him, a few minutes later one of the residents came in and said almost the exact same thing. We were humbled and amazed. Dr. Gates came in that afternoon and stood over August’s crib and said, “August God must have big plans for you.” Both of our parents were there and they thanked Dr. Gates for what he had done and his response was, “It was God who worked, he simply used these humble hands.” Once again, we were humbled and amazed at his humility and caring nature.
Our little one was a fighter from day one. Usually with his condition babies are operated on immediately after birth and he made it a whole week. He pulled through surgery like a champ. While recovering he was on a breathing tube and one night he decided that he was done with that and he ripped his tube out setting off every alarm in the PICU. He was ready to breathe on his own and was done waiting for the Dr.’s to get on the same page with him.
We were able to hold him for the first time since surgery the morning after he ripped out the tube. It was one of the sweetest moments I have ever known and probably ever will know.
We were at the hospital two days shy of two weeks. Each day he improved dramatically and every couple days they were able to take him off one more thing. He started bottle feeding and once he mastered that and was getting enough food I was able to try to nurse him. He caught on the first time and has been gaining weight ever since.
For right now all the Dr.’s say they plan to treat him as a normal baby. We will have regular visits with Dr. Gates for years to come as his body grows.
My husband and I would have never chosen to walk through this, but we would not change one thing. God has used this for us and others in ways we see and I’m sure in countless ways we cannot. I will finish with these words which echoed in my soul throughout the two weeks we were in the hospital:”
I’m not who I was when I took my first step
And I’m clinging to the promise You’re not through with me yet
So if all of these trials bring me closer to You
Then I will go through the fire if You want me to
It may not be the way I would have chosen
When You lead me through a world that’s not my home
But You never said it would be easy
You only said I’d never go alone
I love this family and am so honored to capture some images of sweet August and his mommy. He is gaining weight daily and we are all so thankful to God for his healing! =)