My son was born today, 30 years ago.
His birth story, no matter how long ago was a doozy.
Getting pregnant was NOT hard for me. Staying pregnant was.
My first pregnancy resulted in a daughter.
Courtney was 2 years old when we found out we were going to have another baby. Four months into the pregnancy, there was no longer a beating heart and the pregnancy was lost. We were devastated.
Months later we are pregnant again. Fear set in. When you have suffered a miscarriage, so many negatives are brought into the equation.
Will I lose this baby too? Will I go into pre-term labor like I did with Courtney? How will I care for her if I have to be bedridden again?
3 months and it seems as if all is well.
Each year we would child sit for some friends while they would go skiing.
We packed up our belongings and headed out to their home. Their daughters were both elementary school age and I would mother the two girls along with Courtney who was almost 3 years old at the time. Steve would go to work as usual and life would proceed.
Our friends welcomed us to their home. We spoke of details of the week. We all hugged goodbye, sent our friends off for their ski adventure, gathered the girls and headed upstairs. As soon as I reached the middle of the staircase, I felt a steady flow of blood had decended my leg. I looked at Steve, he knew something was up and we immediately finished the climb and headed to the bathroom.
I was beside myself with fear. This can’t happen again. I don’t think I’m strong enough to have to say goodbye to another child. Why? Why is this happening?
We called the obstetrician, who had been with us through the tumultuous pregnancy with Courtney, and he said for us to come in.
In the meantime, the girls who were old enough to know something was up, were instructed to NOT TELL MOM and DAD that there was a problem because there was absolutely nothing they could do. They would want to come home and we wanted them to enjoy their time away.
The Dr said that so far everything was ok but that I had a condition called placenta previa which was what caused the bleeding. I would have to monitored closely and I would need to remain very still for at least a few weeks. As my pregnancy progressed and if the placenta did not move to its rightful position, an alternative birth plan would need to be discussed.
Why couldn’t I just have a baby and it be easy???
In the meantime, Steve now had to be mom and dad to 3 little girls and be caretaker to me because I was not allowed to be up and definitely not to be going up and down stairs.
So he took the week off work,
He took the best care of us all and the only thing he didn’t do, was fix hair. Each and every morning he would rise, make breakfast for everyone, help everyone get ready for school and one by one they would come to me with hair essentials in hand and the beauty shop would begjn. He made sure everyone was dropped off, picked up, fed and cared for like nobody’s business. What a guy.
After months of worry and having to wear a belly brace that kept the weight of a baby off of a placenta sitting in the wrong place, Kyle Steven Kern was born on August 17, 1989 weighing in at 8 pounds and 7 ounces. He was born without having to have a cesarean because God decided that the placenta would move into its rightful place.
Baby Kyle with his Mimi
One of my favorite pictures
Happy Birthday Kyle,
We are not together today but I won’t be disappointed because we try hard, as a family to make every day we spend together special and rewarding. You have grown into a man I am extremely proud of.
We speak often. The topics of conversation that I think about make me giggle. You are so smart and I am in awe of your knowledge. I watch and listen as you learn and grow in your field. I try to understand when you explain intellectual things but I am so grateful when you will talk reality TV with me. You are the only one willing and I love you for it.
You are not only a wonderful son, but a tender hearted grandson and already the best Uncle Jack could ever dream of having. I am blessed to be your Mom. Happy birthday!
I love you more than words could ever say.
Your life is beautiful and I am ever so grateful to have a front row seat.