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Baby Aiden's Story
As a teenager I find out that I had PCOS which is polycysticoverians syndrome. Which causes a numerous things such as diabetes, weight gain, and the worst (I feel) infertility. Doctors said with fertility medication I could possible have a child, so there was hope. I decided that I would not try to have a child until I was ready and was mature enough. I work for a police department and wanted to move into different parts of the department such as narcotics. Even If you are not a police officer you know that having a child and working narcotics is way to much to juggle. I didn't want to take anytime away from my child. I did my time in narcotics and at the age of 31 I decided now is the time to settle down and have the child I always wanted. I went to the doctor and I was placed on fertility a drug which was fem era. The first round of medication did not work and I was devastated. The doctor advised that I might have to take the shots which we all know could cause multiples births. We decided to double the pills and it worked. That was in January 2008. On Valentines Day I found out I was pregnant no one could be happier on this day. Finally a child that I have always wanted. I broke the news to the father, which is my boyfriend of six yrs, and he was a little nervous. We had our first ultrasound at the 7th week and everything looked find. seeing the heartbeat was the most unbelievable thing, of course I cried. We were not due to have another ultrasound until the 19th week. While the doctor was looking at the baby I could tell something was wrong he kept doing all kinds of measurements. I shoke it off at first and then he began to ask questions about the due date which was October 14. I was then told that instead of measuring at 19 wks I was measuring 17 wks. I was set up with a specialist for two weeks later. Upon seeing the specialist he advised that everything looked fine with the baby it was just measuring small and the due date was prob. off. I kept thinking how could that be we knew when I was ovulating (Internal Ultrasound). I kept going to the specialist every two weeks and the baby kept falling behind in growth. I was told something was wrong with the baby, but they did not know what because, other than growth, the baby was perfect. I was put through many test and one was the blood test they do when you do have a miscarriage. We found out that I had a disease that was causing blood clots in the placenta. I was put on lovenox shots in my stomach once a day and an aspirin. I also did an amnio to make sure the baby did not have any chromozone disorders. I didn't want to at first because if my child had down syndrome I wouldn't love it any less. Then I was told the test tests for other chromo diseases that the baby would not survive for long. The doctor didn't want me to have a baby shower and set up a room if I was not bringing a baby home. I then advised that I would do it to save the sorrow in the end. Everything came back fine and I find out I was having a little boy, my heart dropped. I really didn't care as long as the baby was fine, but my boyfriend has two girls and no boys. At the 25th wk I went to the specialist and was told that when the baby was measuring at a weight he would survive, if I had to deliver, I would be hospitalized, that was on July 8, 2008. All the week of my 25th week of pregnancy I had terrible pain in my right shoulder and neck. Pain that caused me not to sleep very well. I would use the heat patches and get some sleep. I brought it up to the specialist and they said there is nothing we can do. I shook it off to sleeping wrong or pulling a muscle. On July 12, 2008 life as I knew it was fixing to change. The night before I had been having some pain in my stomach and thought great the baby must be growing. I placed a pillow under my stomach and went to bed. The next morning my boyfriend had to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to go to work so I woke up with him. I was still in pain, but didn't think much of it. After he left I got really sick and went to the restroom to throw up. It started with me burping and then everything came up. While throwing up I began to dry heive and after finishing I was in the worse pain ever. I thought it was from all of the stress from throwing up. I laid down on a messager and tried to get some sleep. The top part of my abdomen was throbbing in pain. The pain relieved for a while and when trying to go lay in my bed the pain started again. I contacted my mom and we went to the doctor. My urine was checked along with my pressure. There was a little protein in the urine, but no one was concerned and my pressure was fine. The doctor said it was prob. a gallbladder attack and sent me home with nexium. I was told to eat no fat foods for a day. Of course I took the medication and did not listen to the doctor and ate McDonald's for breakfast, figuring the medication would work. I went home and slept for a while when I was woke up with terrible pain. I contacted the doctor and was told to go to the hospital they would give me a drip of medication and do some scans. I started not to go because the first time the pain subsided, but my mom said lets just go and get checked out. Upon arrival at the hospital I was asked for a urine sample to which I did. When I looked at the urine it was black the color of coke. I then began to get scared. I could tell by the nurses faces it was not good. Before leaving to go to the hospital I took my lovenox shot at approx. 2pm. The nurse checked my pressure and it was 191/99. My doctor was called and he came to the hospital. I was told I was being shipped to a hospital that was more capable of handling my situation. He told me that once there my son would be taken and the chances of his survival was not good. I begged him to do something, but there was nothing that could be done. I was then transported to the other hospital by ambulance. Once there I spoke to the specialist and he told me that he was going to take my son because if not I would die. At that time I didn't care about dying I just wanted to keep my child safe. Once they found out I took a shot of Lovenox my emergency surgery was put off or I would have bleed to death. It would take 24hrs for the shot to wear off. The tried to keep me comfortable throughout the night, but nothing seemed to work. My boyfriend was able to show up and be with me which helped. They kept coming in and taking blood to check my platelets. I was told that I was suppose to have 150,000 platelets and my was dropping. The doctor told me he would hold on as long as he could, but my liver and kidneys were failing. Basically I was dying and there was nothing I could do to save me or my child. On July 13 at approx 2pm blood work was done and my platelet count was 51,000. I begged them to do something, to which nothing could be done. I asked if I could be awake for the delivery so I could see my son alive just once and was denied it due to me bleeding to death in my spine. They were able to give me two shots to strengthen the baby's lungs. One more round of blood work was done, to which I have no idea what it read, and I was rushed to surgery. My boyfriend was able to come in after I was put under. Once I woke up I was placed in ICU to be monitored. I learned that my son, Aiden Andrew Price, had made it and was stable at the time. I was unable to go see him because of my condition, but pictures was brought to me, he was so perfect. He was born at 15:56 and only weighed 11.5 ounces. On July 14th I was able to go see him. I could not tell you the feeling of seeing my son for the first time. But of course if you are a mother you completely understand. He was moving around and fighting the tubes. For approx. a week and a half Aiden did wonderful and then he took a turn for the worst which we were told was going to happen. They warned us that it would be a roller coaster ride. Aiden started coming back and was doing good, but all would change. Aiden started losing his oxygen levels when he would be fooled with. They would have to bag him to get him back to the right stats. We were told that was not good he needed to get back up to the right stats on his own. On July 30th he started another episode and then his heart rate started dropping. They gave him medication and was able to stabilize him. We were placed in a room at the hospital to be close. On July 31 on one of our visits Aiden started dropping oxygen again. They continued to bag him, but he would not stabilize and then his heart rate began to drop to the 70's. They tried the medication again and his heart beat climbed and then dropped. I was told the words that no mother wants to hear, "There is nothing else we can do." I was asked if I wanted to hold him to which of course I did he is my son. I asked them not to pull the tube out until he was in my arms to which they agreed. Holding him for the first time was so wonderful. I was allowed to hold him for approx a min and then the tube was pulled and my precious angel went to heaven. The weeks I spent with Aiden was the happiness days of my life. I was able to see him open his eyes and move around. He was sedated several times and paralyzed, but he was still with me. The time I got to spend with Aiden was precious and he was truly a unique baby. Every child knows his mothers voices and Aiden was no different. When I would speak to him he would fight to move and suck on his tube. After his death I was able to bath him and dress him. I was able to hold him and spend as much time with him that I wanted too. I did not want to let him go he was just so perfect. Several days before his death Aiden was very swollen and I knew he was suffering. Aiden no longer suffers and for that I am thankful, but it doesn't take the pain away. I know many of you mothers that has lost their child thinks about suicide, I have on several occasions, but the only thing that keeps me going is to know if I do end my life I will never see my precious Aiden again. I am currently seeking help to get me through this time of sorrow and I hope it works only time will tell. I know this story is long, but I hope it helps another mother that is going through the same thing to know you are not alone. The pain you are feeling every mother that has lost a child, that has loved it, feels the same way. May God Bless all of you and keep you safe.
