My Little Miracle

23 Jan

I have talked about my son a lot on my blog, but I thought it was time to share the miracle of his birth. I have shared at other times that I am a paraplegic.  Contrary to some people’s understanding, having a spinal cord injury does not stop your ability to have children.  Your hormones go through the blood system not your spinal cord.  With this said, I was told for many years that it would be very unwise for me to try and have
children.

Why you might ask? Well it was and wasn’t, related to being a paraplegic.  From the time I was 15 up until I got married at 30 I had had 4 major back surgeries related to my
condition, so with surgeries come x-rays, with x-rays come radiation, with radiation comes damage to ovaries, with damage to ovaries comes damage to the eggs.  I can’t even come close to telling you how many x-rays I have had around the area of my ovaries…well over 50. All the doctors that I had seen agreed that this was way beyond a safe level of radiation exposure to my eggs, and the risk of severe birth defects to a child because of this would be off the charts high. I would never want to knowingly do that to a child, so I came to grips with the fact that I would never give birth to a child of my own.  I wasn’t married at the time I had to face this fact anyway and had no prospects, so it made the coping processes slightly easier.  Still like many other little
girls, my one and only dream had been to get married and have my own children.

My miracleAfter my accident at age 15, I learned early on that God has a plan for me and it is and always will be my job to wait on His timing.  Don’t get me wrong, there were and still are, some hard times in the middle but that is another story.  After recovering from my last back surgery I worked as an admissions counselor at a local college and did what we all do… I went forward with my life.  Little did I know that God’s timing was just about to hit me over the head.  A couple years later I met my husband Dave at church.  I told him right upfront when we started dating that I couldn’t have children.  He was sad for me, but at the same time he had three children from his first marriage so it didn’t bother him. This was a relief for me because I didn’t have to feel guilty about depriving him of being a father.  We even talked about adoption and he had no problems with that either if that is what I really wanted.  Needless to say after 1 year of dating and a 6 month engagement, I was finally married to the man of my dreams…that too has its own special story for another time.

We had been married for just a few months when the subject of getting pregnant came up again, and Dave asked if I had ever gone to a specialist on the matter.  I said no, I
had just taken the word of all the other doctors that I had talked to.  I agreed that total closure on the matter would be nice to have before we started going towards adoption.  Then I would never have any lingering doubts.  Well this was the beginning of my miracle.  After getting the proper referrals, I finally went to see a geneticist.  She walked in the room and asked me about my periods.  I told her I was like clock-work with no major issues besides that they were a nuisance.  She smiled and said, “Well then you are good to go.”  I looked at her in total shock…no tests, no examinations, no nothing!  I was fine?  I, of course, asked her about it, and she explained that because the eggs are in the ovaries the first thing they look for as an issue to the eggs is your periods.  If I had any radiation damage to my ovaries it would automatically effect my periods.  It would be medically impossible for my periods to be so perfect if there was damage to my ovaries.  If there was no damage to my ovaries then my eggs would be fine.  I was so shocked with this information that I almost couldn’t process anything.  I just sat there in a daze.  I was still in a daze when we got in the car.  My husband just looked at me, smiled really big and said, “Well, I guess you don’t have to be on birth control anymore.”  I was so emotional at this point that I just sat there and cried.  I never saw this coming!  God had given me the husband that I had always wanted, and now He was going to give me the child that I had always wanted as well?

Only four months later I was pregnant!  I was so excited that I was shaking when I read the pregnancy test.  When I went to my first doctor’s appointment I remember the doctor sitting down with me very seriously and explaining how difficult this pregnancy was going to be.  Because of being a paraplegic and sitting in a wheelchair all day, things were going to be very hard for me to do.  I was going to need a lot of help.  The response she got from me was not what she expected.  I started laughing!  I told her, “Is it going to be harder than being told you will never walk again at the age 15, or maybe harder than having 3 back surgeries in 2 ½ years with recovery in a full body brace for 8 months at a time, harder than having to move back in with my parents for full-time care
for three years in your twenties?”  I went through all that just to survive!  This time I am going to suffer for only 8-9 months for a REASON!  I am going to be rewarded with the most amazing gift I could ever ask for!  Suffering?  Bring it on!”  Then of course there was more crying involved, but that is pretty normal for someone pregnant.

Well she was right about one thing.  It was very hard!  Not really at first, God was very gracious in the morning sickness department.  But as I grew bigger I stopped being able to do just about everything.  Let me tell you, I got very big.  Because my back is completely fused together most of the way to my tail bone, my son couldn’t go back at all; so everything was out front.  I am not a very big person so I was pretty amazed at how well I stretched.  Dave would have to turn me at night like a giant pancake.  I couldn’t get dressed, couldn’t drive, couldn’t take a shower, or get in or out of my chair without help.

Memorial Day Weekend came and I decide that Dave should take the boys camping one last time before the baby came.  I thought they needed some daddy time before daddy got really busy!  He finally gave in after much persuasion.  My mother-in-law agreed to stay with me the whole time while he was gone.  (My parents were out of the country.) Seeing that my husband was gone, I know you can guess where this is going.  Do keep in mind that this is May and the baby was suppose to come in July.  I thought I
was safe.  They told me I would deliver early. (I guess all paras and quads deliver early.)  I just didn’t know it would this early.  I woke up at 6am in a pool of blood.  I mean a ton of it.  After the paramedics took me to the hospital, they found that the lining of my uterus was pulling away.  My son was still fine, but if it happened again the umbilical cord could pull away as well. This meant that I would have to stay in the hospital until the baby came.  The fun soon began trying to get ahold of my husband at a campsite, and then he still had to come down the mountain.

I was only in the hospital for two days when I woke up in a pool of blood again.  This was the Tuesday morning after the three-day holiday weekend.  Because I was stuck in the hospital, I had given my husband a whole list of things he needed to take care of that morning.  The twins had an orthodontist appointment, then they had to be taken to school, and then the dog trainer for our puppy German Sheppard was coming at 10.  This was before my husband had a cell phone, so the fun was trying to figure out where he was as they are taking me to have an emergency c-section.  Praise the Lord for On
Star!  We finally managed to get him through the emergency system in the car.  He had already left the orthodontist and was in route taking the twins to school and he still had to take his younger son to school also.  Long story short, by the time he got to the hospital, my aunt was with me in surgery, his parents where in the waiting room, and my special gift had arrived and was being wheel to the NICU.  Poor daddy missed it!  Mommy missed it too, for that matter.  They had to put me totally under.  They couldn’t give me an epidural because my back is fussed solid.  My Aunt Joy was the only witness to this blessed event.  I didn’t care!  I had my dream, how it happened didn’t matter as long has he was OK.  He was 7 weeks early at 4lb 7oz.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is a big boy for that early!

We’re coming home!

I am a firm believer in miracles because my life has been filled with them. I could go on and on with story after story of things that have happened to me that don’t make any sense to medical science.  My eggs should not have been OK!   My ovaries had been exposed to a ridiculous amount of radiation. But instead I had a beautiful baby boy!  Some of you do not believe in my God, and that is your decision.  But I am so very thankful that my God takes such good care of me and He did and still does have great plans for me.  Trust me, the problems didn’t stop there, but my faith and my God are so much bigger than anything that was or is going to come my way.  Plus, if I share every story with you now, what would I have to write about next time?  Five weeks later my precious son was home, right where he belonged, completely healthy and dearly
loved.  God always has perfect timing.  I am so thankful for my miracle!

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12 Responses to “My Little Miracle”

  1. Teddy January 23, 2013 at 8:21 pm #

    Your story is absolutely inspiring!! You are such a wonderful woman, I am glad that even through everything you have been through you got the family you always wanted! You deserve the best Kristi & I am very happy to call you my friend!

    • kristigrimm January 23, 2013 at 8:37 pm #

      That is so nice of you to say. I was a little tentitive about sharing it because it is not something I normally talk about but I just thought it was time. There have been so many bad things happening and I am sure there will be more, but the middle of all the mess there always seems to be a miracle somewhere for God to remind us that He never left.

  2. Christy January 25, 2013 at 1:22 pm #

    Thank you for sharing Kristi, you story is amazing and will definitely help someone else that is in a similar situation. The story also reminds people that God is in complete control and that His plan is always perfect compared to our own plans.

    • kristigrimm January 25, 2013 at 7:51 pm #

      I hope it blesses someone Christy. It was a little nerve-racking sharing my story with the world, but at the same time that would be no different than hiding a light under a bushel…what good would it do. Thank you for reading my story. I have to say that one of things that has been such blessing to me about tweetering and blogging is being given the chance to meet such wonderful people. I really appreciate your friendship and support. Have a great weekend!

  3. Rosann January 25, 2013 at 2:53 pm #

    Kristi, what an awesome testimony! God is so good! Thank you for sharing your story. Isn’t it cool to see God’s glory with total understanding once we’ve made it to the other side of the trial? He never ceases to blow my mind! God knows best and His timing is always perfect. 🙂

    • kristigrimm January 25, 2013 at 7:45 pm #

      I am so glad it was a blessing to you. It is always good for us to remind eachother that miracles didn’t just happen in the Bible they happen everyday. I am so glad that I am not the one in control of when and why thing happen…I would make such a mess of things.:) Have a great weekend!

  4. Terry Tyler January 28, 2013 at 9:13 am #

    What an amazing story, thank you for sharing it. I love the picture of the three of you! xx

    • kristigrimm January 28, 2013 at 9:25 am #

      Thank you for the note! I really appreciate it. Have a wonderful day!

  5. Andra February 1, 2013 at 6:57 am #

    Hi Kristi!!!
    Thank you for sharing your story!! Truly a God story, amazing!
    Love to you,
    Andra

    • kristigrimm February 1, 2013 at 3:26 pm #

      Thanks Andra! To God be the glory!

  6. Deanna April 5, 2013 at 6:23 pm #

    This was truly an amazing story – thank you so much for sharing! I teared up so much reading it!! I was so touched and could feel the love for your husband and son through my computer screen! I cannot wait to get my hands on a copy of one of your books and read it to my son and let his little imagination grow! God bless you Kristi and family!

    • kristigrimm April 5, 2013 at 7:34 pm #

      Thank you so much for the note Deanna. I give all glory to God for this amazing story. I did want to let you know that we are in a little bit of a transition right now. Because we just got a new publisher the books are right in the middle of being transfered from one publisher to another. Mommy, Tell Me a Story about What Daddy Does successfully transfered over to the new publisher in the second edition form, but the other two are still in the works. I just wanted to let you know so if there was some kind of problem you would understand what is happening. Mommy, Tell Me a Story about a Plane should be ready very soon. Let me know if you want me to put you on my mailing list. As soon as everything is ready and worked out I will be sending out a mass email to let everyone know. Once again I am so thankful that you took the time to write to me I really appreciate it.

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