Lee Beck Johnson- Part 1

I don't really know where to start, my heart is full and I want to share our sweet little Lee with everyone, so I will do my best.........

On December 28, 2011 I went to my regular 16 week appointment at 9:20 in the morning. I left my sweet kids and husband (who was off for the week, due to Christmas/New Years) at home, as I was just going to a boring regular ob check up. When I got there and the nurse brought me back, she took out the Doppler and couldn't find his heartbeat. She said that sometimes at 16 weeks it is really hard to find their heartbeats. She said she was going to get another nurse to come in and try. The second nurse came in and she too couldn't find the heartbeat. I started to panic, but kept telling myself that everything would be okay. They said they would go and get the ultrasound machine so the doctor could check for the heartbeat. I sent a quick text to Scott telling him that they couldn't find the heartbeat, he sent me a quick, stay calm-everything will be okay. The doctor came in and started the ultrasound and soon said, "I am so sorry Kristen, but your baby's heartbeat isn't there." Every pregnant mothers worst nightmare! He said that we needed to get a full ultrasound to see how big the baby actually is. We knew there was a heartbeat at 12 weeks, but it could be anywhere from there to the 16 weeks that I thought I was. While the doctor went to see if I could get right in to ultrasound I called Scott. I told him that the baby didn't have a heartbeat. I could hear the pain in his voice, I could tell that he was so sad that he couldn't be there to hold me, and cry with me. He said he would try and find someone to watch the kids as soon as he could and be right down to be with me. Right then the doctor was back and I had to go, I was swept away to ultrasound. In the ultrasound the tech asked me if I wanted to know if it was a boy or girl, I said yes and she then told me it was a little boy, the little boy that I wanted so badly. It crushed me. It was there that it was discovered that he was in actuality 17 weeks, I was farther along than I thought.


I was then sent back to the room to discuss what would be the plan. They only do D&C's if you are less than 15 weeks, and he was bigger than that. In the ultrasound they found that it was placenta previa (placenta is covering the cervix), so I was going to have to have a C-Section. The doctor proceeded to tell me that their regular surgery day was Monday (it was Wednesday). I couldn't believe that we were talking about waiting almost a week to do this. I said to him that our insurance was changing on January 1st and we had already met our out of pocket maximum for that year, so if we could do it before the end of the year it would really save us money, not to mention that I couldn't even fathom waiting a week!! So he said he would do his best, and would call me with what the plan was. I walked out of the office, pushed the button to the elevator (sobbing hysterically), as I walked into the elevator I felt like I was going to pass out. Was this really happening to me? I walked out of the elevator sraight into the arms of my sweet husband. He, not knowing anything except that our sweet baby didn't have a heartbeat. I ran into his arms, he held me, and through my sobs I told him that I was going to have to have a C-Section. We both cried together for a minute (in the lobby of the doctor's office, sorry to the people that were passing by). We decided that since we both had cars there that we would drive them both home. We both got into our own cars on our journey home. I got to about the temple, from my doctors office which is right by the hospital, when my phone rang. It was the nurse telling me that I needed to be at the hospital at 11:00 or they couldn't do it today.......it was 10:40. So, I decided to drive my car home, pick up Scott, have my Brother-in-law meet us at my house for a blessing, and turn around and go to the hospital. To be continued........