so big deal since i last updated. let me see, i got married like i was going to, but not in a church like was planned. i went into premature labor 2 days before the big day and was layed up in the hospital for 9 days. one of which was my wedding day. so the pastor being the super nice guy that he is came to the hospital and married bubba and i there. i know it sucked. and the worst part of all that was that i didnt get my big fancy wedding that every girl dreams about. i was reduced to a hospital gown and a blood pressure cuff. karma must hate me. and i dont know what i did to get that one. let me start from the begining.... thursday may 17: i went to my moms early to start finishing up my wedding favors. i finished up around 2 went to drop them off at the holiday inn and met up with my friend becky, jess, and michelle to get our nails done. i went home around 4 to meet up with bubba. from there we went to the mall to get his and his mens tuxs. after that we grabbed dinner and went home to get some rest. late thursday: after we had came home everything calmed down. that is until about 10ish when i started having these horrible cramps. i thought i just needed to go to the bathroom and didnt think twice about it. then bubba and i went to bed because he thought maybe i just needed to lay down. the cramps didnt get better they got worse. thank god my friend jess was there who already had a baby. she asked me what the problem was and told bubba that he needed to take me to the hospital cuz i was in labor. i get to carlisle hospital around 11 they examine me and tell me that i am 2 cm dialated and they need to transport me to another hospital cuz they dont have the technology for premature babies. early friday may 18: i get to harrisburg hospital around 1am. the doctor again examines me and tells me that this baby is comming and we need to stop him because i am only 23 weeks and a couple days. so this give this drug called magnesium and put me in a room. i try to get some sleep cuz the pain has died down a little bit. i wake up and am told that i have to stay in the hospital until i have the baby. they were aming on keeping him inside me for another 8 weeks or so. that ment missing my wedding. at this point i am a wreck, my baby is trying to come way to soon and i'm missing the most important day of my life. so my mom comes and i give her the duty of calling everyone and canceling all the wedding plans. then my grandma says she will call the minister and see if he will still come into the hospital and do our ceremony there. i talk to him later that night and work out the details. saturday may 19: this is sopossed to be my wedding day on the outside of the hospital.... i wake up and am told i have been given bath privleges. yeah i know oh wow a bath, but let me tell you when you've been confined to a bed for almost 3 days not even allowed out to use the rest room, being told you can get up and take a bath is the best news you could get. i need to make myself pretty for this "big" wedding in the ward. ha! So i take my bath and at 1 my guests and the minister show up to do our ceremony. let me see there was a good 20 people in my little room. the whole time i was sitting on a bed pan. how embarrising. thats a story to tell the grandkids. psh. bubbas sister even brought us a make shift wedding cake that she cooked up in a hour and a half. so that was really sweet. we do the wedding and now i am officially mrs. christian fralish. sunday may 20: i have stabilized enough to get to use a bedside kamode. yippy that means that i get to move out of bed about 4 feet. other than that nothing big or exciting. grandma and aunt debbie bring me a wedding present to open. goody. mondy may 21: the doctor has decided that i am well enough to be moved to another less moniterd floor. good that means there is not as many tubes and wires coming from me. i can move 3 out of 4 limbs with nothing attached. by this time i have gotten a room full of stuff and i have fun watching the nurses pack it all up. that was my entertainment. down fall, being moved to this new floor ment that i was going to have a roommate and bubba couldnt stay with me all night. sad face. late may 21: the contractions start up again, but i am too doped up on that nasty magnesium stuff to know it. the baby is trying to come again. early tuesday may 22: i am woken up to being poked and proded by a million nurses. this is like 7am. the one nurse tells me that i have passed part of my mucus plug and she needs to check for contractions. so she hooks me up to this moniter and lets me sit for about an hour. she comes back in and tells me that my contractions have started up with a vengence. its still too soon for baby to come. i am only 24 weeks and 2 days today. they need to stop the labor. so they take me back to the floor i was on and call the doctor in. it takes him forever to get in and look at me. this time its different news. i am 3 1/2 cm dialated and the baby is pushing on the amneotic sac so hard its about to burst. he can see it at the head of the cervix. so he does an ultra sound to see where the baby is and if his little heart is still beating. im texting bubba like crazy telling him he needs to come quick something is wrong with the baby. finally bubba gets there and at this point the contractions are so bad that as doped up as i am i can finally feel them. the doctor sees from the ultra sound that the baby is coming and this time he is breech so he orders an emergency c-section. i'm so scared i hardly know whats going on. one minute im in my bed sleeping, the next their taking my baby from me. it all happened in 3 hours almost, but it feels like it was only seconds. 10:57 tuesday may 22: its all over. my baby little John Damian Tyler Fralish was brought into the world. he was 1lb 11oz 12 1/2 in at birth. from then until wendsday i remember almost nothing. wend may 23-sat may 26: the next 4 days im just in my room recovering from the c-section and getting ready to come home. sadly my baby is still far to small to come hom with me. he did make it as early as he was, but he wont be coming home until at least august. bubba and i get to come see him in the hospital for the next 3 months almost. thats it i dont know what else to say. all i can do is ask for everyone to keep at least my baby if not me in their prayers. he needs it. he was only 24 weeks in the making. he will be a month old on sat, but the fight isnt over yet, he's still very very tiny. | 
