Dad date 819.10.
It’s been a little while since my last post. And while I’m not intending to be so stringent on the posting everyday thing, I had not planned on dropping off this quickly either.
You may recall that we checked in to the hospital on Thursday the 7th with things going pretty much as they had the first time around. The only difference being that we were planning on a c-section this time, so we figured we would be out of the hospital a bit sooner.
But this time her blood pressure never improved. In fact, it kept getting worse. By Sunday morning we we’re getting quite tired of being in the hospital. And after hoping to get released Saturday and not, we were both getting a little stressed.
Then Amanda started having chest pains. And some numbness in her left arm. She attributed it to a panic attack and used it as further proof we just need to go home. Later that morning we were visited by the hospitalist (which, I didn’t even know was a thing) and he said they were going to run some blood tests, do an EKG, and order a cat scan. The EKG came back normal, and after doing the cat scan, Amanda encouraged me to go home a take a shower. Her mom was there and we were all just sitting around. So I did.
And that’s when things changed drastically.
When I got out of the shower I had two missed calls from the hospital. Some missed calls from my mother-in-law, a voice mail (that I didn’t listen to until later), and several text messages. The first of which started with “EMERGENCY. Come back now” and the last of which said “You have 20 minutes”. There was another on in there with some of the details, but those were the two I focused on.
The cat scan had revealed a major aortic dissection right above the heart. They were rushing her in to emergency surgery to repair it. I was able to make it back just in time to see her before they took her in. And from there it was a whirlwind of meeting the surgeon, meeting the anesthesiologist, meeting the hospital Chaplin, and basically trying to piece together just what was happening because everyone else was mostly focusing on making it happen… The surgery was expected to be about 5-6 hours.
Once they wheeled her in, I started praying. I started texting and emailing people and they started praying. I posted to our churches online prayer board and the prayers started coming in. My mentor stopped by the hospital to see how I was doing.
Oh, and did. I mention the part about Ethan’s discharge paperwork going through right about this time… Yep. In the midst of my wife being rushed to emergency life saving surgery, they were also telling me that Ethan was no longer a patient at the hospital, so I’d need to get someone to watch him….. Fortunatly, as I mentioned, my mother-in-law as there to sit with him. Also fortunatly, I had called my mom (who had just gotten into town and hadn’t even met her new grandson yet) and she got to the hospital to help out. Because, while my mother-in-law was happy to help with my baby….. She was also pretty concerned about her own baby.
I think the hospital kind of recognized how insensitive and horrible heir timing was, because they let us keep the OB room we were in “as long as we needed”.
About 3 hours later they let me know they were closing her up. This was about 2-3 hours sooner than expected… And I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
It turned out to be good.
When the doctor opened her up, he did not see anything that looked like any aortic dissection he had ever seen. With 15 years of experience, he knew what it should look like, and hers didn’t look like that. Hers looked healthy… So he decided not to touch anything (if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it), close her up, and order another cat scan. He figured it was possible she had moved during the first scan and cause some artifacting that just happened to look like an aortic dissection.
The second scan came back clean. No dissection at all.
Now, a lot of people will addin the doctor simply misread the first scan. They will look at this as a huge mistake by the hospital. And that’s fine.
But it’s not that cut and dry to me. First, from what I can understand, A LOT of doctors looked at the first scan and they all agreed that it showed a dissection. Second, artifacting might show up on one or two images on the scan, but (again, from what I hear, I haven’t seen the scans myself) the dissection shows up clearly on every image.
What does this mean then? Amanda and I think it’s pretty clear. It was a miracle, plain and simple. We think there was a dissection and God simply got in and fixed it before the doctors could. Maybe he knew the doctors couldn’t make it in time. Maybe He wanted to show the doctors something. Maybe He simply wanted to bless us with the opportunity to be a part of Him doing something amazing. Maybe we’ll never get to know why He did this until we get to Heaven. Whatever the case may be, we fully believe a miracle occurred.
After talking about it later, Amanda was convinced she was not coming out of the surgery. When she woke up, she told me she was very surprised to see my face and not Jesus. And if we are honest here (and I’ve always tried to be), I didn’t think she was going to make it either.
But I’m so thankful she did. I have a new found love for her now. She is my miracle wife. I will always remember just how close I came to losing her, and I will be for ever grateful to God for letting me keep her for a little while longer.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s why He allowed this to happen.
Thank you for reading.