She thought she’d have a normal baby, but when doctors saw what she gave birth to, he was shocked for those who didn’t know. I did not know I was pregnant. I found out. I was pregnant 30 minutes before Oliver was born. I woke up the morning of December 21st, 2016 feeling absolutely normal, not knowing what I was about to go through just a couple.
Hours later I started feeling some minor cramping and brushed it off as nothing gradually became a little more painful throughout the day. So I figured it was my time of the month for me. If so I started to bleed a bit too. I went on with my day as normal and ignored the cramps that seemed to get a little stronger. That day I had a busy day of coaching.
I coached my high school cheerleaders at a basketball game at the Q in downtown Cleveland and then went straight to my five hours of coaching all-star cheer practice after, despite being in pain or labor that night, the pain got worse. Ibuprofen and heating pads were not working, and I was in too much pain to get any sleep despite being exhausted. I stayed up all night curled up in the fetal position, wondering why my cramps were getting so bad. I never usually got cramps nearly that bad before the next morning. December 22nd, after my mom woke up, I told her.
I had some horrible cramps and nothing was helping and that I was up all night in pain, still just brushing it off as me being a wimp, I help my dad move a couch from the basement to the upstairs living room, ignoring what turned out to be Some serious contractions I had no appetite and just hid in my room in pain. My mom came home from work and by then I was crying in pain and knew something wasn’t quite right. These were way more than menstrual cramps. We tried more pain, meds, which of course, did absolutely nothing.
My mom made me dinner and I stood in the kitchen crying and screaming between each bite I took when a cramp would hit, we decided I’d, take a pregnancy test just to be sure, and it came back negative since I was so exhausted and just wanted to sleep we went upstairs to get me comfortable in bed, so I could rest as soon as I laid down and my mom walked out.
I started screaming at the top of my lungs and my dad came rushing upstairs to see what was wrong the cramp passed and they left my room a few minutes later there I was screaming in pain after hours of realizing it hurt even more when I would Lay down and with the cramps getting more painful and closer together. My mom asked. If I wanted to go to the hospital – and I refused, I thought for sure they’d just tell me, I’m having bad menstrual cramps and just go home and take Ibuprofen plus. It was like 11 p.m.
At this point, and I was way too exhausted to leave the house after not sleeping for nearly 48 hours, then another cramp hit. I looked at my mom and I said we need to go something seriously wrong here until the cramp was over and then I was fine and I said we didn’t need to go and then another hit just a minute later. I knew we really needed to go right then, and there, if I wanted to make it to the hospital before something happened to me, I was in so much pain and not knowing what was happening. I thought I was seriously going to die. I threw on sweatpants and got in the car.
I had to stop multiple times to go through contractions before actually making it to the car. The car ride was the worst car ride and seemed to be the slowest car ride. Ever we were originally going to go. All the way to Hillcrest near Cleveland, a 40-minute drive, but thankfully my mom decided to go to uh Jaga, which was a smaller closer hospital. I sat in the passenger seat of my dad’s tiny little Mustang with one hand pressing on the roof of the car and the other on the window, just screaming in pain, while my mom somehow remained calm and kept driving, we finally pulled up to the ER and I jumped out of the car, walked through the doors to the check-in counter and screamed, as I desperately tried to write my name on the sign-in sheet.
The lady at the check-in desk asked me what my symptoms were, as I was trying my best not to scream as loud as I could that ER was very quiet until I walked in and I’m sure I scared everyone else who was there waiting to be taken Back I sat in the corner away from everyone else screaming, as my mom walked through the doors after parking, and they immediately took me back ahead of everyone else. Obviously I had something serious going on. They’D probably seen plenty of women in labor and knew what was really going on with me. Obviously I did not. I remember the nurse holding me and helping me walk back to the room as I was going through.
Another cramp she’d sat down on the bed and asked all the basic questions they do. When you go to the hospital and took my vitals, my blood pressure was, of course, through the roof, and they decided to do some blood work. They got me started on an IV and gave me morphine for the pain which of course gave me no relief as well as magnesium sulfate, to keep me from seizing. At this point I had symptoms of labor, but we had told them. I took a pregnancy test and it came back negative and I obviously didn’t look pregnant, so there was no way I was pregnant.
The nurse wanted my mom to keep track of my cramps to see how long they lasted and how far apart they were. You know because they seemed like contractions, then my nurse and doctor came back in and said my white blood cell count was high, meaning I had some sort of infection. It seemed like. I have kidney stones, the nurse calmed our nerves and told us. It seemed more like kidney stones rather than labor, which to us was good news.
We weren’t ready for a baby. The doctor examined my abdomen and found exactly what I had found. He felt a hard lump on one side of my stomach. He told me if it was kidney stones that I may need emergency surgery to remove it ASAP. So he sent me for an ultrasound to see what the mass was that he felt.
Of course, all of us, including the doctor, were expecting to see kidney stones on the ultrasound, as my hospital bed was wheeled into the ultrasound room, another cramp hit and the poor ultrasound technician looked so concerned, as I lay there screaming in pain after the cramp was Over she started the ultrasound. She, of course, is not allowed to say anything to me about what she’s seeing the doctor is the only person who can tell what they found so as she’s doing the ultrasound. Suddenly her jaw drops and she asks, are you pregnant and I of course replied with no. She continued the ultrasound and her facial expression looked very concerned and just astounded you could tell something was up and she’d found something in my head. I’m thinking the worst is.
I’M laying there watching her do this ultrasound cancer. The mass we felt on my abdomen was cancer. I was dying as we know it obviously wasn’t cancer luckily, but as they wheeled me back to my room and the doctor went over my ultrasound, the nurse came back in and was talking to me and trying to keep me calm. As I went through my excruciating cramps, then all of a sudden, not only did my doctor come flying in the room, but so did literally 10 other people who I had yet to see that night. All these doctors and nurses filled my room.
I Was preparing myself for the worst news possible that I was dying. There were so many doctors and nurses in my room, all with a sense of urgency that I knew whatever was happening to me was very serious. Then the doctor said these words to me. Have you ever been pregnant before I of course said no very confused, he said well, it looks like you’re about 38 weeks pregnant and 10 centimeters dilated you’re in full-blown labor, and we need to get you upstairs to labor and delivery. Now what how not possible!
I went into shock, I wasn’t ready to have a baby, I couldn’t have a baby, my face went white and I started crying and screaming. I was terrified I later found out that I was actually further along than 38 weeks. This is me 42 weeks in labor. Not only did I not show, I didn’t even know as they wheeled me upstairs. I had many more contractions.
Let me tell you, labor pain is no joke. I was screaming and trying to be as calm as possible once I was up in my labor and delivery room. The nurses reminded me that I was in labor and needed to be as calm as possible for the sake of the baby. Then it dawned on us is the baby. Okay. Does it even have a heartbeat? I had absolutely no prenatal care for nine months. I was just tumbling and doing back handsprings five days ago. Was I gon na? Have a stillbirth, the nurses said: the baby is completely fine.
Everything looks great unbelievable. It was the best news I’d received all night. My baby was fine. However, I was not my blood pressure was through the roof and they told me they had to put me on magnesium sulfate to keep me from seizing, and then I was on the verge of having a stroke. They told me if I’d waited any longer to come to the ER I would have died.
I was very sick, a lot sicker than I knew my mom had to make the call to my dad to get to the hospital ASAP because I was having a baby. I don’t know how that conversation went because I was obviously very busy trying to get through contractions. Then my dad walked through the hospital room doors. They strapped a fetal monitor on me, and the doctor examined me to see where the baby’s head was. The baby was coming.
Fortunately, the baby was breech and I had such horrible pre-eclampsia that they told me they had to do an emergency C-section right away. They’d called the doctor who’s now my OB and said that she was on her way. I signed the consent forms and they prepped me for surgery. They couldn’t get me back fast enough. I was being wheeled into the operating room and I knew it was serious.
I was having surgery a contraction hit right as they needed me to get onto the or table, so we waited for it to pass. I got over onto the table and they talked me through what was going to happen with my spinal and getting the anesthesia. I was terrified to get a needle in my back, but I knew I just needed to do what they said. I hunched over as I sat on the table and they inserted my spinal another contraction hit and, as the anesthesia flowed into my body, all the pain was suddenly taken away and I’d never felt better after being in labor for a whopping 42 hours. I was finally free of that excruciating labor pain.
I felt so good. I gave my doctors and nurses a smile and was as ready as I could possibly be. My mom came into the OR and sat next to me and held my hand telling her. There was no way they were going to pull a baby out of me. It just wasn’t possible. I still hadn’t accepted the fact that I was having a baby the whole time. I was just laying there on the or table in denial. There’S no way. I was actually pregnant, I couldn’t be. I could just feel some tugging and pulling but no pain.
My body was shaking a bit as I laid there from them pulling and cutting me open. It was such an odd feeling being awake during surgery and being able to feel like people were touching my belly and tugging a little. They told me it was time to remove the baby and that I’d feel some pressure, as I waited for them. To tell me the baby was out it felt like forever. Then I heard time of birth, 3 31 am and my mom and I looked at each other and we’re just saying cry.
Please cry: please start crying little baby, so we knew the baby was okay and healthy. He finally started to cry, and so did we that’s when it finally hit me that I was actually in in labor and I’d just given birth. I lay there crying happy tears and was in shock. Listening to my baby’s cry. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. Then we realized they hadn’t told us the gender. They said it was a baby boy, my family’s a family full of girls. We haven’t had a boy born into our family, since my uncle was born. We’Ve been 43 years since a boy was born into our family. The Opera name was going to be passed along after all.
My mom went over to the baby and took pictures and videos while they cleaned him up and weighed him. She then brought her phone over to show me what he looked like. I was amazed still in shock that that was my baby. I was so happy. They brought him over to me while they sewed me up my mom held him while I reached over and touched him and kissed and talked to him.
I was all stitched up and ready to leave the or and go back to my room to recover where my dad was waiting for us. They set my baby boy on my chest as they wheeled me out of the or and into my room. I was shaking so bad from the anesthesia, which is normal, that I was scared of him laying on my chest. Then we got to my room and my dad got to meet him too. My parents had called all my family members to tell them.
I was having a baby, it was the middle of the night, so they were woken up by this news. Of course they were confused by it, since no one, including myself, knew that I was pregnant. My sister was working the night shift at her hospital where she’s a nurse and drove up to Cleveland to be with us. She eventually made it and we continue to try calling my other sister, who had her phone on silent and wouldn’t get our messages until later. When she woke up for work after everyone woke up, my whole extended family came to the hospital to meet our miracle baby.
All of them were just as shocked as we were. Then we realized we needed to come up with a name for him. The nurses brought in a ton of baby name books, but it was just so overwhelming my sisters, my mom and I threw out our favorite baby boy names and after about 12 hours, I decided on Oliver and signed the birth certificate.
I knew I wanted to have his middle name be after my father on Christmas day, two days after his birth, I finally announced on social media the arrival of our unexpected bundle of joy, the overwhelming response of love and support meant the world to me and still Does so many people reached out to me and offered to get Oliver and I all the babied stuff we’d need, as we had nothing I’ll forever, be thankful for everything everyone’s done for us, the doctors and nurses came in and we thought we were going home. Unfortunately, I was so sick and Oliver had some jaundice, so we had to stay in the hospital longer.
We celebrated Christmas in the hospital. My family brought Christmas dinner along with some presents to the hospital and we all ate dinner and opened gifts in the hospital room. They’Ve even brought enough for the nurses who had to give up their Christmas to work. It was the most special Christmas ever we were finally discharged on December 26th and it was time to go home. I was so excited to take Oliver and show him his home and adapt to my new life.
I had so much help from all my family members. It’S an adjustment becoming a new mom and an even bigger adjustment when you aren’t expecting it. Thank you to everyone. Who’S reached out and supported us through this journey. It means more than you’ll ever know, I’m so thankful for all of your love and support throughout this first year of Oliver’s life he’s the happiest little guy, and I couldn’t do it without everybody’s help.