Andie Elizabeth Miller
born August 14, 2011
at 10:09 pm
7 lbs. 1.8 oz
20.5 inches long

I realize this is a little long, but I wanted to make sure I recorded every detail of Andie's amazing story - mostly for myself, so I can always remember. Bear with me, if you will...
When I took that first positive pregnancy test back in December and held it in my hand to view the results, I immediately had a strong sense that there was something different about this pregnancy. It was very unsettling - I wondered if I was going to lose the baby or that there might be something wrong. I chose not to worry, and instead put both of our lives in God's hands. That feeling stuck in the back of my mind, and throughout the pregnancy, I felt constantly on guard against anything that might not be right. Little did I know that this God-given instinct would become reality during the last hours of my pregnancy.

Fast forward to August 10, when I had a regular appointment with my doctor. I was not showing any signs that labor was near, even with the numerous contractions I had been having the last couple of weeks. After all the bedrest, I was frustrated and very anxious for her to arrive. The doctor confirmed my induction date of August 23, my original due date, as it was looking like that would be the way she would finally come.

On Sunday, August 14, I was going about a normal day. I did a little cleaning and some other things around the house until I ran out of energy and decided to rest on the couch with the laptop. About 4:30, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I had felt her move. I did remember feeling her moving around that morning, but with all my activity that day, I had been distracted. I had some soda and some m&ms to try to get her moving - started poking around on my belly to try to get her to kick back. Nothing. I began to get concerned. My brother who is in EMT school was here and had his stethoscope. We were able to pick up the faint rhythm of her heartbeat, but still no movements. My doctor had told me at that last appointment that if I didn't feel her move for more than 2 hours to come to the hospital. That is ultimately what we decided to do. About 7:15, I grabbed my purse as we walked out the door, leaving the bag I had packed for my hospital stay. Bret made me take it just in case, but I was just sure we were going to be sent back home. On the way to the hospital, I told him I was so ready for her to be here on the outside, where I could see what she needed. Lately, I had been feeling that she was much more vulnerable inside of me.
When we arrived at the hospital, they admitted me and got me hooked up to a monitor. They immediately found her good, strong heartbeat. However, as they continued to watch it, it remained steady, instead of fluctuating up and down like it apparently should. They gave me apple juice and finally IV fluids, but still no movement. The only time her heart rate changed was after I had a contraction. It would drop - which they told us was not a good sign. They ultimately determined that she was not getting enough oxygen and started talking about the possibility of an emergency c-section. I did not want a c-section. I had not planned on and therefore had not prepared myself for a c-section. They decided to keep me overnight and the on-call doctor would come in the morning. (Of course, my doctor had left on vacation the day before.) At this point, I sent Bret to call my parents to let them know what was going on. By the time he walked back in the room, I was laying on my side with an oxygen mask. The nurse had just told me that the doctor was on her way, and that they had decided to prepare for an immediate c-section.

Everything happened very quickly from that point on. They gave me my spinal block and began the surgery. The anesthesiologist sitting right by my head told me everything that was about to take place, and what I would feel. Bret held my hand, and I prayed. When they delivered my baby girl, I heard gasps from everyone on the other side of the curtain. The cord was wrapped around her neck four times and also around her arm. The doctor looked over the curtain and thanked us for coming in. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she had just saved my baby's life. I watched as they checked over my baby, and a tear or two escaped. Those that know me best know that I am not one to get emotional - but I was overcome. I mouthed the words, "Thank you, Lord." I knew in that moment that He had been watching over us and had given us a tremendous and merciful gift - the life of our daughter. At that point, she had not been in distress, but had we not come in that night, she would have died before she was born. We would have been burying her instead of bringing her home. They bundled her up, and I saw my healthy baby girl's face for the first time. The next day, she got to meet her big brother, who is already so in love with her. He can't stop talking about his "new baby sister." He may love her a little too much, as he is constantly trying to kiss her and touch her. If he's at all jealous, he hasn't shown it. Andie is blessed to have such a sweet big brother! And we are so blessed to have her.


The recovery from the c-section has been difficult and trying, though it does get better every day. And all the pain is worth it, of course now that our baby girl is here safe and healthy. God obviously has big things in store for her, and we can't wait to find out what they are!
Before she was born and we had finally decided on her name, I got to work on Andie's superhero logo and coming home outfit. Jack had come home with a cape, so we decided that she should have wings! Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Andie, the Wonder Girl:
