For those of you who don't know our story, let me give you a little background.
In March, 2009, after coming back from a sickly vacation, I took a pregnancy test. It was positive. I had also had a wisdom extracted the same day so I was in bed sick when Russ got to the house. I handed him the stick. He asked what it was and I told him. He asked what it said and I told him. We were both surprised, but we were going to be parents.
On July 8th, we found out that our little baby was indeed a baby girl. We had already decided on a name so Eugenia Roxanne she was!
Russell and I met in August, 2008, after I bought a condo in the same building as his. In September, I attended my first condo association meeting which included Russ, me and another owner. Luckily for me that I had just decided to start trying to learn football because the other owner and Russ kept talking about what was going on with different teams. I was completely lost, but I tried to keep up. Russ and I continued to talk even after it was just the two of us. He invited me over to watch Monday Night Football later that night on his big screen TV. I remember calling Jenn and asking her to give me the low-down on anything I could possibly need to know about football. Unfortunately for me, Russ didn't hear me knock on his door or ring his doorbell that night. I went home a little sad.
The next night I was outside cleaning out my *filthy* car (for those of you who know me, you know I am not lying!). When Russ got home we started talking again. We stood outside for what seemed like hours and then when decided to check out the view from his back deck. We watched the movie Domino even though we talked through most of it. We polished off the night with a late-night trip to White Castle. Russ had a coupon :) I remember blushing horridly because Russ told the guy at White Castle it was our anniversary and he wanted to take me "somewhere nice." And then he immediately followed up with it was our first date and I was a cheap date. And that was the end of the night...
I went into typical girl mode afterwards and wondered why Russ never called. He had only given me his business card and I didn't want to bother him at work so I didn't call him either. The next week I decided I wanted to return the dinner and a movie so I worked up enough courage to knock on his door to ask him over. I waited and he didn't answer. As I was walking back to my condo, I saw his door open and him look out. Before I could get back to his door, he already shut it again. I tried knocking, but he didn't answer the second time. I finally had to send an email to what I thought his email address might be since the state has uniform email addresses.
Russ came over for dinner and a movie that next Wednesday. I was so nervous. I lucked out that Russ likes Mike Myers. We watched Love Guru. We stood outside and checked out the stars for a while and then Russ kissed me. Being funny as always, he said that watching the Love Guru gave him the courage to do it.
From that point on, we've been together.
For the next few months, we spent quite a bit of time hanging out in bed because I was so ill with nausea during my pregnancy. Mother's Day weekend I sent Russ out for dinner. We had a White Castle picnic in bed when he got back. Afterwards, I was laying in bed and he was signing his mom's Mother's Day card. He handed me card "because I was going to be a mom, too." That alone made me want to cry, but as I was reading the card Russ told me that he didn't just want our baby to have his last name, he wanted me to have it, too. When I looked up (surprised), he was holding out my engagement ring and shaking so bad! He asked me to marry him and I said yes.
We planned a very quick, small wedding for late June. It was very important to Russ that we get married before our baby was born. It was beautiful and everything I could have hoped for.
We went to the doctor for a routine checkup on September 4, 2009. I was 29 weeks along in my pregnancy. Almost immediately things were going wrong at the doctor's office. At first, they found protein in my urine. Secondly, my blood pressure was a little on the high side. The nurse practitioner I was scheduled to see was running behind. They had me lay on my side to see if my pressure would go down. It didn't. The next thing we knew, the doctor came in and said that they were going to send me to the hospital for a little more testing because both the protein in my urine and the high blood pressure were signs of pre-eclampsia.
At the hospital, they drew more blood, had me pee in yet another cup and hooked me up to fetal monitors. It seemed like everything was fine for a couple hours and the next thing we knew the doctor came in and said they wanted to transport me to Saint Joseph East to see Dr. Campbell who is a high-risk specialist. They wouldn't even let me ride with Russell. Everything immediately went into high speed. They gave me a steriod injection to help Roxy's lungs develop quicker, they started me on magnesium sulfate which stops contractions, and got me ready to transport. The ride to Lexington was uneventful.
Once at St. Joe East, they put me in a small operating room because of the lack of rooms available. Dr. Campbell came in and checked me out. He did an ultrasound that showed that Roxy was in distress. All the space for fluid in the womb were taken up by cord. His diagnosis was that we would try to hold out for 48 hours to give the steriod shots time to help Roxy's lungs develop, but after that they would take her by c-section. Roxy was already head down and in position to deliver. We all spent an uncomfortable, restless night at the hospital. During the night, my water started leaking and I started having contractions. They continued to give me shots to cease all uterine activity throughout the night. We continued to listen to Roxy's erratic heartbeat on the fetal monitors.
At 7 a.m., Dr. Campbell came in. He said that because my urine production had slowed during the night and Roxy's heartbeat continued to be erratic, we had to go ahead and proceed with the c-section. By 7:30 a.m. Russ was trussed up in his surgical outfit and we were ready to rock-n-roll. We were lucky that they were able to successfully give me a spinal. Russ was able to be there with me. It seemed like the whole process only took a matter of minutes. At 8:09 a.m. Roxy was born at 1 pound, 9 ounces and was 14 inches long. Russ cut her umbilical cord and she was quickly taken away to be taken care of.
I didn't get to see my precious baby until about 1:00 p.m. that day. They brought her in so I could see her before she was transported to UK Children's Hospital. She was in an incubator and was on a ventilator. Those ten minutes were so precious!
Our life quickly centered on our beloved baby girl and her trials and tribulations during her ten week hospital stay in the NICU at UK. She was off of the ventilator later in the afternoon of the day she was born. She developed a staph infection her second week at the NICU, but recovered quickly. After that, it was just lots of time to grow and get bigger and develop. She showed everyone her spunky personality and proved that she could do anything she wanted.
On November 11, 2009, Roxy came home to stay with us. That's where we are now. She will be home for two weeks tomorrow and has continued to gain weight and grow longer. Its been a life change for the both of us, but one that we welcome with open arms. Each moment, minute, hour and day we spend with our baby girl is precious. She is precious... our little million dollar miracle baby!