October 17-19, 2020

Amy here.

These next couple off days were a whirlwind of events.  Matt and I spent a LOT of time in prayer.  My blood pressure was through the roof and they were having a hard time regulating it.  Briar was doing as well as could be expected.  Her heart rate was good and she was healthy.  My body, however, wasn’t cooperating.  I got the official diagnosis of severe preeclampsia and was told that I would eventually deliver Briar early.  I am
stubborn.  Doctors would have liked to have taken her the day that I was admitted, but I wasn’t ready for that.  I wanted her to have as long as possible.  

On Sunday, my body finally started regulating and the doctors seemed hopeful that I might even be able to be transferred back to Tulsa for care there.  I tried not to get my hopes up.  But, I decided to send Matthew home for a few days.  As far as I knew, it was only a waiting game.  I had started to wrap my mind around a long stay.  So, Matthew ended up leaving on Sunday night.  

Overnight on Sunday, my body started acting up again.  By mid-morning Monday, it was pretty clear that we would be delivering soon.  Matt rushed back to Springfield.  Within 10 minutes of his arrival, the doctors walked into the room with our delivery plan.  Ready or not, she was coming.  

Flowers from Aunt Brandy