Everything was going beautifully with my pregnancy until one fateful afternoon, when I noticed a lack of movement in my belly.
I drank juice, laid on my side, and waited…and waited…and waited until panic set in. The doctor on call told me to head to the hospital for monitoring. There we found a limp baby.
I was thrown into a wheel chair and put to sleep to get the little one out as quickly as possible.
I awoke to the face of my OB/GYN saying, “Thank you. You saved your baby’s life!”
I was told that our little Cooper would not have made it through the day had I not been counting the kicks and paying attention to his movement.
I am constantly telling my pregnant friends, acquaintances…anyone that will listen to count kicks and not take it for granted!
Thank you! As I watch my little man snoozing peacefully in his swing, I’m overwhelmed with the fact that he is here and he is mine!
-Tracie, Cooper’s mom