It was a beautiful, bright sunny day in California…Aug 4, 2009 to be exact. My husband and I headed to the hospital to have our second (my third) daughter. We were greeted by family and friends who were just as excited as we were to meet Hope. It was a planned C-section. My third one…baby #1 was an unexpected C-cection and baby #2 was a planned C-section due to placenta previa.
We’d done this before and knew what to expect. In and out of the operating room in 20-30 minutes. Recovery. Then back to the room to celebrate the new life God had given us. That’s what we thought and that is what we expected.
About 5 minutes into the routine C-section I knew something was wrong. It may have been the pain my body felt that I hadn’t experienced in the previous C-sections or maybe my intuition. And without any further warning the C-section went from normal and routine to urgent and severe as my life laid in the balance.
What I didn’t know until I woke up in the ICU was that I was bleeding to death. My uterus unexpectedly erupted. The doctors acted quickly and got my daughter out safely. I was unconscious and I have no memory of what happened next.
For four hours, my family did not know if I would survive. The head of OB/GYN told my husband to brace himself for the worse…they did not know if I would make it.
I had to be suspended upside down. They pumped water into my body to keep my heart going while awaiting the delivery of more blood. It looked like a bloody movie scene from outside of the operating room where my husband and 13-year-old daughter sat. Removing my uterus was the only possible hope I had of surviving and with my husband’s permission that is what they did.
The next day I woke up in the ICU…intubated with triple vision. I was almost twice the size I was when I came in the day before. Due to the water the doctors had to pump into my body, I swelled up like a balloon to the point that even my eyeballs were swollen. It was 8 days before I got to go home and 4-5 months of recovery.
It took an army to save me. I am so grateful for the doctors and nurses that day. But my heart was especially touched by 21 heroes…strangers who were not present during my life-saving surgery. I have no idea what they look like, if they were male or female, what their jobs were, or if they were parents, grandparents, college students or newlyweds.
What I Do Know is These 21 Strangers are Selfless, Kind, Good-Hearted People!
People who took time out of their busy schedules to go to a blood bank or blood drive. And to subject themselves to answering personal questions about their body and lifestyle. They were willing to be poked by a needle and allow someone to take their blood. Then to sit and recover for 10-15 minutes before they could leave. Some may have gotten sick or felt weak after donating. But they were willing to endure to save a life of someone they did not know.
Do you want to add the word Hero to your name? Well, you can! Simply make an appointment to donate blood or look for a local blood drive. If you are 16 years old or older, at least 110 pounds and in good health…you are a match to give 1 pint of blood.
Blood bank supply levels are at an all-time low according to BloodSource’s recent article. It is necessary to keep a four-day supply of all blood types on the shelves at all times. It is critical to saving lives. If not for the 21 heroes whose donation saved my life…my daughter would have been celebrating her 8th birthday motherless. I am incredibly thankful for my 21 heroes!
Sincerely with Hugs,
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