So we have had some major life changes since I last wrote. To call it a whirlwind would be an understatement! Our third son, Kellan Liel Hewitt, was born early on November 29, 2017 at 30 weeks & 2 days old!
So the Wednesday before Thanksgiving I woke up feeling really crummy. I was going to take Harry to get his hair cut, but couldn’t muster the energy to leave the house. Who knew a week later our little Kellan would be born?! I was in the hospital Thanksgiving Day for monitoring and then again Friday night to Sunday to try to get my blood pressure stable. Monday I had some doctor appointments. By that point I had been diagnosed with mild preeclampsia and was told to be on a modified bedrest. However, I woke up Tuesday morning and took my blood pressure (the other part of preeclampsia I had to monitor), and it was ridiculously high. I called the OB, and they wanted me to come in. Between Monday evening and Tuesday morning the protein in my body (one of the other parts of preeclampsia) had skyrocketed and my blood pressure was no longer stable. I was transferred from Martha Jefferson Hospital to UVA because of Kellan’s gestational age & their NICU capabilities that Tuesday evening. Once preeclampsia becomes severe, there is no benefit to either the mother or baby to prolonging the pregnancy so they starting inducing me sometime early on Wednesday morning. Our sweet little boy was born at 10:38pm on Wednesday night. It all happened so quickly and still feels a little surreal that I had him!
Being pregnant and preparing for a baby after losing a child was much more difficult than I anticipated. The anxieties and fears were more magnified than in my other pregnancies. My worst fear was that either myself or the baby would die. My second worst fear was that I would have complications that would harm the baby. So if you can imagine, getting diagnosed with preeclampsia at 29 weeks was terrifying. I was very scared once I was transferred to UVA because it was all becoming real that I was going to deliver a 30 week old baby. Not to mention, I felt terribly sick from the preeclampsia and the medication given to me to prevent seizures. I was so swollen that I couldn’t even grip my phone or respond to any text messages and my vision was blurry so that didn’t help either.
Being induced, especially so early, can often take a long time. I was lucky it only took 18 hours or so from beginning to end. It was actually a slow process until a doctor broke my water at 6 cm and within 10 minutes of breaking my water, little Kellan was born. Those ten minutes were the some of the scariest moments of my life. The nurse had a hard time monitoring his heart beat externally and his heartbeat had started to decrease meaning he was in distress. The doctor was trying to some kind of doppler on his head, but the nurse couldn’t find the right cord for it and was kind of frantically looking for it. All during this time I knew he was in some distress and I was kind of panicking. I realized during all of this time I was feeling the pressure to push and with the next contraction and two tiny pushes, he was born crying! I kept asking Chris if he was ok and Chris just kept saying “yes, he is crying, he’s ok” but I remember asking him several times anyway. Then I kept asking if I was ok. I was worried about hemorrhaging like I did with Harry, but I was ok too. 🙂 Kellan had a NICU team of about 7 or 8 people working with him within a minute or two and I had about 4 working with me. It was kind of a crazy experience!
I got to go home on Friday. It was a little hard to leave our littlest buddy, but I know he is in great hands. The UVA NICU docs, nurses, and staff have all been so wonderful. Jackson was in the NICU at Martha Jefferson for a week after he was born, and as a first time mom it was all very sad and traumatic having to be home without him. My perspective has definitely changed now and having Kellan in the NICU is a little sad and a little stressful at times, but ultimately I’m just thankful that he is alive, has access to all his health care needs, and is growing well. We are planning on him being there until his due date of Feb. 5th & if he does well, we *might* get to bring him home before that. I’m sure in a year his NICU stay will be a distant memory.
Chris & I agreed on the name Kellan when I was around 9 weeks pregnant, before we even knew he was a boy. THAT is a miracle in and of itself! I threw out a few names, and we both liked Kellan. I half held my breath during my pregnancy because we don’t normally agree on a name so effortlessly. Of course, we had our own ideas about how to spell Kellan and I won’t tell you whose spelling one but it wasn’t Chris’s. hehe We had thought about using Davis for a middle name, my maiden name. We kind of liked it and I guess we were waiting for him to be closer to being born before we decided completely. The night before Kellan was born, Chris wrote on a piece of napkin “Kellan Liel”. Liel is pronounced “Lee-El”. I was kind of confused because we had kind of decided on Davis. During my pregnancy, I had looked at several names trying to find one with a special meaning. Because Kellan is a special baby boy. If Jackson had not passed away, we would not know our little Kellan. I wanted a spiritual name that reflected that sentiment, but I couldn’t find anything I really liked. I didn’t even tell Chris about that because we had already decided on his name, and I didn’t have any other options to share. I know it was God’s handiwork when Chris shared with me what the name Liel means. Chris looked up some names meaning “God’s gift/blessing” and he found Liel. It has origins in Hebrew and it means “God gave me” or “God’s present/gift”. Further research showed us that it was a name with this associated story “My brother was born against all odds, but very ill, so my mother decided to call him LiEl.” Also, Jackson’s middle name was Eli and Liel is somewhat similar so I liked that. And so, Kellan meaning “mighty warrior” Liel meaning “God’s present” was named!
We have a long road ahead of us with visits to the NICU, but I’m thankful that UVA is only about 40 minutes away, and we are able to go visit and hold our baby each day. We have been showered with so much love and support from so many friends, old and new! So thank you for everything you’ve done for us and thank you for all the prayers on our behalf!