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Ainsley and Brysen Horstman
Ainsley & Brysen Horstman
Apr 6, 2017 Latest post:
May 18, 2017
Ainsley and Brysen were born April 4, 2017 at 31 weeks gestation via emergency c-section. We came into the Scottsdale triage around 5:30 a.m. After checking things out, the nurse said I was 6 cm dialated and my bag of waters was about to break...she looked at me and said, "Your not gonna make it to 36 weeks"....I immediately started to cry knowing my babies were going to be facing an uphill battle just to survive regular baby milestones. Cody grabbed my hand and prayed for me and our unborn children that God would protect us through the labor and delivery. The plan was for a regular delivery as we knew baby "A" Brysen was in the head down position. However by the time baby "B" appeared on the ultrasound, she was breech, changing the OB's approach. Next thing we know I'm being prepped for a Caesarean section...again not my plan, but the safest way to get both babies out quick with the least amount of stress. By 6:40 I was being wheeled back into the operation room. I was moved onto an operating table where I was asked to sit up and the anesthesiologist put in a spinal. Within minutes my legs were feeling warm and tingly. They laid me down and started to get ready for the surgery. There were a whole lot of people talking and moving around and I just laid there fearing all the unknowns. By 7:30 surgery was underway and Baby "A", Brysen Gerrit was born at 7:45. Baby "B", Ainsley Wynn was born at 7:46. The doctor said the way she was positioned, even if Brysen was born naturally, he would have had to have an emergency c-section to get Ainsley out...so thankfully the right decision had been made...I wouldn't have wanted to have to do both. Within seconds of being born, both babies cried and fussed like you would expect from a newborn, but these cries were so tiny and feeble and you realized in that moment just how fragile life is. Each baby had a team of specialists working to clean them up and stabilize them. I got to see each baby for maybe 30 seconds before they were whisked away to the NICU. As they took the babies away, I was overcome by this feeling of sadness. I wanted to hold my babies and look and them. Instead, I was stuck laying in a cold room on an operating table feeling helpless. After another 30 minutes of so I was sewn back up and brought to a recovery room. The rest of the day was spent trying to process everything that had happened. I didn't get to see my babies until 8 at night, 12 hours after they were born. I would have to say the day was filled with highs and lows, but most importantly a day filled with God's grace and providence. Let the adventure begin!