On Wednesday morning at 3:19am, My mother-in law (who lives arm length near) called 911 as a baby was just born, the baby was too early & way too small. So I sat in my bed with this tiny baby, my husband & I trying to keep her warm & stimulate her to take breaths until the EMT’s came. We live in a rural place, & it took them about an hour to get here. They loaded this baby & I onto a stretcher & into the ambulance, to which my Mother-in law following behind she stated we sat there an additional 20 minutes before leaving. The EMT’s had never had a premature baby before, luckily I had a planned at home birth that we did ourselves the year prior & was able to cut the umbilical cord for them, I also suggested we place oxygen before leaving.
About another hour later we arrived at Arnot Hospital to where they took the baby right down to the NICU, & I was admitted & answered questions. I stayed up all night, waiting for them to tell me when I could go see her. I remember not being able to sleep, but also remembering that when they had carried me out on the stretcher being loaded up into the ambulance as I looked back at my husband & 3 year old, that even if nothing out of this was okay, it would be okay.
We never picked out a girls name, but funny enough a couple days prior to all of this I had a dream I had a little girl named Eden Agape. So that’s what I wrote down for her paperwork. It wasn’t until after 2pm I could finally go see her, I walked to the NICU, & in a little incubator was a tiny 2.2lb 13inch long baby girl. Eden was black & purple bruised (from a fast birth), intubated on a breathing ventilator, had a tube inserted from her chest through her ribs to help inflate her lungs as she had gone 2 1/2 hours without proper oxygen her lungs had deflated.