Seeing the Hand of the Lord In My LIfe

After listening to President Eyring's talk during conference, I know that his remarks were for me. I know how important it is to see the Lord's blessings each day in my life and hopefully this blog will help me do just that. I have been thinking alot about the miracles in my life and I have so many that I need to acknowledge them. Jerianne just celebrated her birthday last month and whenever I look at her I KNOW she is a miracle. Not just because she is beautiful, talented, accomplished, smart as the very dickens, and so thoughtful, but because she truly was a miracle for me. I got pregnant one month after I got married and was finishing my degree at BYU. Richard graduated and we went to Idaho for a visit when I was about 5 months pregnant. I was standing by the tv in his folks house and I just instantaneously started bleeding profusely. I was terrified. They put me on bed rest and I saw two different doctors in Idaho Falls. (Keep in mind we had no insurance and really no home at the time.) Richard's dad would give me cayenne pepper capsules every day..........IN hopes of it stopping the bleeding..............:) (He is another one of my heroes.) They gave me B-12 shots and when I had stopped bleeding for a few days they told me to get on the plane and go home to KC. Well I did that and as we started flying over Pocatello I just started bleeding again. I was all alone, no one to help me, terrified and so afraid for my baby. I had to get off the plane in SLC and it just so happens that my brohter (another heroe) had called his girlfriend Debbie ( another heroe) to go to the airport "just in case." I was trying to get to the first aid station when I saw Debbie and Diane (my dearest cousin) and they could see I was in trouble. They pulled up their car and set me in the front seat meanwhile, someone had gone to a group of missionaries in the airport ready to depart for their missions. They pulled two out to the car and they gave me a blessing. I know it had to have been the first one for one of the elders because his hands were shaking so badly he could hardly keep them on my head. They then took me to a hospital in SLC and I was seen by two different doctors there. No one knew at that time what was wrong. I had lost so much blood that I was severly anemic. I looked like paste but felt oh so much worse. They then took me to Grandma Pete's house (another heroe, how many times have I said that in the last two blogs?) and there I stayed until my angel of a mother flew out from KC to be with me. Richard's parents also drove down from Idaho Falls to help. I was in so much trouble by that time and Grandma Pete had her two home teachers who had to be in their 80's at the time, come and give me a blessing and then "carry" me out to the car and drove me to LDS hopsital in SLC. There I was examined by two more doctors and one happened to be named Upchurch, which you never hear. They did an Isotope X-Ray, ( which is what is supposed to have damaged Jerianne's teeth as they were budding,) and couldn't find the root of my problem. They told me to get on the plane and fly to KC to the doctors there. We tried to get them to let me lay down on the plane but they wouldn't do that unless they had an ambulance waiting at each airport we flew over and so we just went with faith and nothing else. My brother ( you are right, heroe) was waiting for me as we got off the plane, wheelchair and all, and went straight to the hospital in KC. (Richard was driving out to KC while all of this was happening!) They did an ultrasound and finally realized that I had had an abruptive placenta previa. ( The placenta had torn and was covering the cervix, bleeding continuously.) They put me on complete bedrest and so the rest of the pregnancy went. Bleeding, rest, bleeding , rest etc. It was actually so very frightening not knowing what was really happening and worrying about the baby. So they sent me to St. Luke's for an amnniocentesis (sp) which was only done at that point, one place in the city. I was so sore from bleeding that I could hardly stand up straight. I laid on the table and the jerky dr. brought out the equipment to do the test and the needle was almost 6 inches long. I was terrified and they were pushing on my stomach and I was crying. He told me that if I didn't stop crying he would walk out of the room and leave me on the table! What a jerk! When it was over I had literally given up. I remember telling my mom that I would honestly rather die than go through any thing else. That night they called and said that they had found the babies fluid in the test and that I was to come to the hospital immediately. So my dear father (my heroe) carried me out to the car and away we went. They hooked me up to a fetal monitor and found no heartbeat.............(The machine turned out to be broken...... after another meltdown.) So during the night they discovered that the test had broken my water and surgery was the next morning. I woke up from that with the doctor literally on top of me pushing and pushing my stomach which had just been cut open.......They had brought a pediatrician into surgery because they were so afraid for Jerianne. There were blood clots the size of fists all around her and they were in awe that she was okay! (Miracles do happen) My dad was the first one to see her and he rode down in the elevator with her to the nursery. So you can see why Jerianne is such a miracle to me. One of many to come but one that is imprinted in my heart and mind. And look how amazing she is! I had another previa with Jacqui and that is a story for another time.....I will try to write about the hand on the Lord in my life now with more frequency. He has been there for me so much, I am humbly grateful!