From the moment I knew I was pregnant, I knew it would be a boy. I already had my precious girl 4 years prior. My first pregnancy was good. I had signs of pre-eclampsia at 38 weeks and was induced. She was born healthy and 7 pounds 7 ounces. Wouldn't you know it, we were having a boy. We decided to name him Logan and I had a wonderful pregnancy.
However, on March 3rd, I had a routine OB appointment. During which my doctor said my blood pressure was high and my urine was at a +4. She said I was definitely showing signs of pre-eclampsia. She said she would like me to go to the hospital to get blood work done and the results would be back in an hour rather than wait two days. My blood work was OK and I was sent home with 24 hour urine test. My doctor called me at home March 6th to say that there was an abundance of protein in my urine and I was severely preeclamptic. She said I needed to go straight to the hospital of choice to receive a steroid injection to help develop our son’s lungs in case he were to be born early. She had also referred me to a high risk OB—an appointment I would never make it to."
The next day after another blood test, I was told I would be there the remaining time of my pregnancy. My blood work was getting worse by the day. We then met with a doctor from the NICU that told us what was to be expected with delivering a very small 25 week old baby. In the early morning hours of March 9th I had chest pain so unbearable I could no longer sit still. I needed to walk around. My husband and I took a few laps around the floor and my feet felt like they were on fire due to more swelling. We made it back to my room and they did another blood test. I was in so much pain. It felt like everything inside of me was on fire. The nurse came in to inform me the doctors were getting ready. I was being taken for an emergency C-section. It was to the point where if my son stayed in my womb, I would be in serious danger.
Logan Andrew was born on March 9th at 9:23 am. He weighed 1 pound 3 ounces. He made a few small cries that I know were meant for me and his daddy to hear. He was taken to Akron Children’s Hospital NICU. The next day my kidney function had improved enough for me to go to the hospital to see him. However I could only stay 2 hours before having to return to my own hospital. He was beautiful and very small.
Over the next few days we had a lot of ups and downs. His doctor informed us that he had developed and infection and it would be hard for him to beat. On March 15th, Logan's doctor called us to tell us to come in ASAP. Logan had a severe Staph infection. His kidneys were shutting down and he was retaining a lot of fluid. His doctor suggested skin on skin in hopes it would help. After a few hours and wonderful time with my son, the doctor came over. Logan's vitals were declining significantly. The doctor told us we could keep him on the ventilator as long as we liked. I asked at what point would a medical professional say a ventilator would just be postponing the inevitable." Typically when the heart rate goes below 100." His doctor crying as she said this."