4 Years Ago Today...

Blaze Clinton Jorgensen was brought into this world. I will give you a little background... be prepared for details you may not want to hear. :)
Jercie was 18 months when we decided to try for our second baby. Just before she turned 2 I found out I was pregnant. My first clue wasn't what most people experience, my chest hurt like no other. I wasn't expecting my period for a couple more days but decided to test anyway. I was prepared for a negative result, so when I got an instant positive I cried. I had planned on telling Mike in a cutesy way, but I just couldn't wait until he got home. I called him in tears, "We're pregnant!!" He was surprised as well, he didn't even know I was thinking about testing. The first few weeks went fairly well. I was sick as a dog. I didn't ever throw up, but I wasn't myself either. I felt like I was living in a cloud for the first 3 months of the pregnancy. I seriously don't know how Jercie survived. I would get up feed her breakfast and I was on the couch until Mike got home. When the morning sickness passed. I started spotting. I talked to the doctor about it and she said it was okay, the baby still had a heartbeat. At 19 weeks we got to find out that we were having a boy! Unfortunately at that same appointment we also found out that I had a placenta previa. For those that don't know what that is, it's when the placenta partially covers, or completely covers the cervix. Not good for vaginal delivery as mom and baby could possibly not make it through. It also meant bed rest until it moved or I delivered. Pretty difficult with a 2 year old, but I survived, with the help of my mom and Annette. And of course, Mike. He would come home from work, load me into the truck and take me for a drive every afternoon. I also had to go to a perinatologist every other week and my regular O.B. every other week. I had some pretty traumatic experiences after the previa was discovered. I woke up in the middle of the night to a gush of fluid. I went to the bathroom to discover a clot the size of my palm. I sat in the bathroom and cried. Mike came in to check on me, and I told him we needed to go to the hospital. Luckily, Aunt Angela lived in Vegas too, so we called her up and had her meet us at the hospital to pick up Jercie. I was admitted to the hospital for 48 hours, and was given steroid shots just in case. They informed me that the next time I would be admitted until the baby was born. Dr. Layton was positive the placenta was going to move in time for me to have a natural delivery. Dr. Adachek wasn't so sure. It only had to move 2 mm. It didn't move and I had another episode of bleeding on May 4. They did an amnio the next morning to check his lungs and prepped me for the C-section. I was going to have a baby. Or so I thought. After they got the results Dr. Layton told me we had to wait a week because his lungs were borderline and she didn't want to risk it. I cried. I was so upset, but I knew that it was best if he baked a little while longer. So in the hospital I stayed for a week. It wasn't too bad, I guess. Jercie was shuffled between Grandma Annette's and Grammy's house, because Mike had to work.
Finally, after 3 hospital rooms, too much hospital food, and entirely too much time away from my little girl and husband, B-Day had arrived. At 6:30 I was taken down to the O.R. I was wheeled of course. Mike held my hand as they gave me the spinal. When Dr. Layton pulled the light down I got really nauseous and felt like I was going to pass out. Mike says I was white as a sheet and my blood pressure dropped. They gave me something in my IV and I was feeling a little better. As the pulling started so did the gagging. I gagged until he was out and then I was fine. He was born at 7:01 a.m. He was 6 lbs 1 oz and 17 3/4 inches long. Pretty big for a baby that was 4 weeks early. We also found out why the placenta didn't move. There was no room for it to. It was as big as Blaze. :)
I held Blaze as I was wheeled to the recovery room. They gave him his first bath right there so I could watch. As the nurse was bathing him she noticed he wasn't breathing quite right. They whisked him away to the NICU. Mike went with the baby. I waited for them to bring him to my room. When he didn't show up I called the NICU to find out what was going on. They told me that he had to stay, and I could come see him as soon as I felt up to going down there. At about 6:00 p.m. I was wheeled down to the NICU. There was this cute dark baby in Blaze's bassinet. I told Mike that they must have mixed up the babies because that was an indian baby. He assured me that he was ours. He fought for the first few days of his life. His lungs weren't filling fully when he took a breath, he also had a heart murmur and had to have a cardiologist check him out. Luckily, he was cleared to go home with me after 4 days. He has been a little spit fire ever since.
Blaze is always trying to fight, but when you need a hug he is the first one there to give it to you. He is Kaia's biggest fan, and loves to hug and kiss on her. He and Jercie are the best of friends and the worst of enemies. They get along for the most part. I am so grateful that he was brought into our family. I wouldn't trade him for any other little boy in the world. Happy Birthday Blazer! I love you!!!