I thank God for you every day Branson Isaac, Always remember that!

I was only in 4th grade when I started my first menstrual cycle. My mom wasn't sure if that's really what it was or if I had something going on with my body that wasn't quite right, with me only being ten my mom was a tad bit worried and decided to take me in to the doctors to get checked out.

Well turns out I was in fact having my first period and it wasn't enjoyable to say the least. Well your thinking duhhh its not supposed to be enjoyable, but I was in SOOOO much pain and getting physically sick that it was just unbearable! I would miss a few days of school that week and we just knew I couldn't continue going on like this.

My mom decided to take me to a OBGYN and the doctor diagnosed me with a few cyst on my ovaries and something called endometriosis. If you don't know what that is you can find it here.

The next steps over the years were to try a few different treatments to help with the pain without putting me on birthcontrol(which is what they would do if I were older). So to make a long story short we waited until I was in 7th grade to finally put me on bc, it was a hard thing for my mom but she knew that once I was able to get the medication that I needed my periods wouldn't be so painful, I could start feeling like a normal teenager. It helped alot, I still had some pretty horrific ones everyonce in a while where I couldn't even walk but other than that I just grew to have a much higher pain tolerance. My doctor had told me in high school that my chances of getting pregnant or being able to stay pregnant were slim. It hurt hearing her say those words but for the most part I was only a teenager and really wasn't thinking about having children at all.  I mean I thought someday I would like to have kids but at that time in my life the only important things were my boyfriend and my girl friends.

Fast forward to 2009. I found out I was pregnant, even after I had thought this couldnt happen to me, and my head just went right back to what my doctor had told me a few years ago. What if this pregnancy isn't a healthy one. Its crazy how as soon as you find out your pregnant, whether you like it or realize it, you start to think like a mother! Even if your only 19. So like I said in an earlier post, I never thought about not trying to do my best to carry this baby. There was no abortion thoughts in my mind at all! I was going to try to give this baby my all and find out why exactly God did this to me. Two years later, I KNOW why! :)

                                    I took this picture to send to Keagan right before I left for my appt.

Alright now lets get to the birth story part. It was Friday, April 9th 2010, I had a doctors appt with my midwife. Just a check up, ya know listen to the heartbeat, measure my belly, weight me, all the fun stuff. I was 29 weeks along and so far the pregnancy was wonderful! :) She said everything looked great, told me to make another appt in two weeks and sent me on my way. I had a party to go to that night for my dads best friends daughter. She was going into the military and they were having a going away party for her. I stayed a few hours then decided to go home because I was getting pretty tired. My dad stayed to hang out with his buddies. When I got home I called Keagan (he was down at college in Lima,OH) to say goodnight. I got into bed and was watching tv. Had a feeling that I might have had a little discharge in my undies so I went to the bathroom. TMI sorry but its what happend. 

I pulled down my pants and found blood and lots of it! I can not even tell you the rush that went over my body. I thought I was goin to pass out. I collected myself and prayed. I prayed that no matter what God please just please let my baby be okay. Please give me the strenth I needed to calm down so I could think straight. Mind you I was the only one at home. I called my mom, dad, no answer. I called Keagans mom and stepdad, no answer. I thought about calling Keagan but I knew he was almost two hours away and it would just worry him and what I needed at the time was somebody to clam me down. I repeted the call list one more time before I was about to call 911. Finally Keagans mom answered. They said they would be right over and they were. Thank God for them and the support the gave me! I don't know what I would have done without them that night.

We got to the hospital and things started happening really fast. They checked me out and got me a room stat. Told me I would be staying until I had the baby. UMMMMM WHAT!! I have 11 more weeks to go and I just went to the doctors today. She said everything was fine. We called Keagan told him what was up and he was on his way before we hung up the phone. I had called my aunt to see if she could get ahold of my mom or dad. She couldn't so she headed up to the hospital to see me herself. I laid in the bed thinking "Wow. Is this really happening?" Then I prayed some more. Keagan showed up in about an hour. We told him the news and he just had a blank look on his face. He was nervous like I was.

The next day came and I had lots of visiter. Including my mom and dad who felt unbelieveably horrible for not answering their phones. I wasn't mad at them at all. I knew my dad was with his friends and most likely didnt hear his phone, and mom was sleeping. I mean I was only29 weeks its not like they had to be on call or anything. It was okay but they were crushed.

So I was scheduled for a ultrasound to check fluids. They were superlow and they saw the ruptured blood clot. Thats what all the bleeding was from. The sac was constiantly leaking. They weren't going to take him out as long as his heartbeat didnt drop and I wasn't contracting. Which neither was happening. I was being checked on every three hours. Temp, pluse, and monitor check.

I was in the hospital for a week and 2 days before little man decided he was ready to come out. That week Keagan and I grew closer than I ever thought was possible. He even shaved me head to toe. Okay I didnt need my head shaved. I guess I should have said armpit to toes. Aweeee what a good man huh? lol I was on bed rest with exceptions to go to the bathroom and take 15 min showers every 2 days. The baby had to be monitered at all times.

So it was Saturday the 17th about 3am I started having some contractions. The doctors checked me and I was dialated to 2. They waited and said if I got to 3 they would have to do a c section right away. I had contractions all morning and when 1pm came around they checked me again and I was almost to 3. She said to order a ultrasound right away so we can see if the baby was still breach. He was little snot. I was sooo nervous to have a c section but I knew it was for the best which is all that mattered at that point.

We got everything around, made our phonecalls, they gave me the "oh boy this feels nice, happy meds", and around 2:45ish they were taking me back to the OR.

Branson Isaac Puse was born via c section on Sunday, April 18, 2010 at 3:17pm

3lbs 9oz 15 3/4 inches long

His first photo taken on the way to the NICU 

My heart felt something it never had before. It felt full. It felt like it might explode. It felt complete.
He was taken to the NICU right away. On the way down our families got to take a quick look in the hallway. I heard they had some of the same feelings I had. Their hearts full of joy. Happy that he was here and healthy.

After a few hours I got to go down and see him. I cried and cried and cried happy tears. I cried sad tears. Sad that I couldn't keep him in longer. I cried just because I was tired and completely exhausted. They took me back up to my post op room for a few hours of rest. I slept for a tiny bit but then I was ready to be back to my baby. I didnt want to leave his sight! He was mine and I felt like he needed me there. I got to hold him for about ten mins then we went over lots of paperwork and information about the NICU.

Mommys first time holding Branson

Daddys first time holding Branson

We stayed with him until about 11 I think then we decided(well Keagan and the docs felt like we needed rest) to go back to the room for the night. I slept okay but I sure missed my baby. I couldn't believe he was here. There was no baby wiggling around in my belly anymore.

I spent as much time as people(doctors, nurses, family) would let me down at the NICU over the next couple days. Because I had a c section they kept me 3 days after giving birth. When it was time for me to be discharged and go home....I felt like I was being ripped in half. My heart was at the hospital but my body was going home. I sobbed the whole night and just wanted to be left alone.
I called everyhour to check on him. They were so wonderful to me and always polite even though they probably thought I was crazy.

He was superman during his stay at the hospital. All of the nurses called him that because they said he did so well and was always a well behaved little guy. He was superbaby. Though he was tiny he was sure mighty. We got to bring him home on Monday, May 17th, almost a month after he was born. He came home on a monitor. He had that a month and had very few problems with it. Again, my superman. From then on my life revolved around him and it felt so right. He was the missing piece to my heart and I was now and forever complete.