Jordan

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It was two months after Natasha accepted my proposal that we found out that we were expecting the birth of our first child together, who was to be born on the 15 July 2008. It was the greatest news I had received in my life - our own little child. I also found this to be quite a surreal time, as I had lost so much in recent years including the death of my father on the 14 July 2005.

As Natasha’s baby bump started to show around November 2007 it became a physical reality for me - all of a sudden a pregnancy that meant so much to the both of us! On one occasion while I was caressing Nat’s stomach & was stunned to feel movement - this was the most beautiful moment in my life.

Natasha & I booked in for the ultrasound that would determine the sex of our child in early March 2008. With much eagerness we arrived at the hospital radiology, but unfortunately it was too difficult with the way the baby was laying.

With only a month left before the impending birth of our second child, all was going well except for Natasha’s frequent morning sickness and nausea. As the weeks went by our new baby was getting restless and decided he had enough - while we were out having lunch on the 18 June, Natasha started to have contractions. Natasha and I went to her aunties place after lunch as they were slight contractions but seemed to get worse towards the late afternoon it would have been about 5pm that Natasha said I want to go to hospital the contractions are getting worse, so we headed there straight away and walked to the maternity ward where they welcomed Natasha with open arms. They took us straight to a birthing room so they could see what stage of delivery Natasha was up to. They said you still have awhile yet so they took us to a room where Natasha would sleep the night; they gave Natasha pills to help her sleep through the night while still having slight contractions. The midwives would come check every hour to see how she was going.

It was about 8:30am when Natasha decided the pain was too difficult to bare, so she had a doctor put a drip in. They induced Natasha and took her into the birthing room where the contractions were so much worse, Natasha started to cry and I felt her pain that I bent down towards her face and also cried and held her tight. After much pushing, Natasha’s water broke at 1:50pm. It was like a torpedo had lifted the sheet from her. Jordan came out into the world within ten minutes, Jordan was so beautiful despite the fact he came out blue and had a bit of trouble.

After Jordan got some colour back, the midwife laid Jordan on Natasha’s stomach and Natasha just held him. While Natasha’s mum and auntie’s gathered around Natasha for pictures and cuddles, Jordan was still having a bit of trouble breathing and his colour was pale blue, the midwife kept a close eye on Jordan and took him to clean him up a bit and wrap him while Natasha showered. Natasha couldn’t believe she had another beautiful boy, she was just so happy and overwhelmed, she couldn’t get the big smile off her face, while Natasha showered I stayed to watch the midwife with Jordan. This was without doubt the most amazing experience I had ever been through. Here was this precious gift from above that was not aware of how much I loved him and would give him my utmost providence in the future. 

We returned to our room. Jordan still didn’t sound right and Natasha told the midwife who checked him saying “I’m just going to have the Doctor have a look at him“. About ten minutes went by when the midwife came back to say “there are some complications with Jordan; we want to keep him down in the specialised room to keep an eye on him as he went blue again and wasn’t breathing to well.” This was a huge shock to us; the midwife said they will do tests. They found that Jordan had a slight heart murmur and congestion in the lungs which is why he was going blue. The doctor told us that he didn’t want to worry us but the best thing to do at this time was contact The Women’s and Children’s hospital in Adelaide and see what the specialised doctors there say .

We were in a state of shock & despair as our beautiful gift would be heading to Adelaide, though we realised it was the best thing for Jordan. Natasha lay back on the bed and started crying “I don’t want to lose him” and I hugged her and said were not going lose him!

Jordan was to be picked up by a specialised unit of doctors and nurses from the Women’s and Children’s Hospital, they were flown to Broken Hill by The Royal Flying Doctors Service - an amazing organisation that helps thousands of people every year throughout regional Australia. Jordan was picked up by the special unit at 3am in the morning so it was a hectic night for the both of us - no sleep and none stop crying, something so precious that came into our lives was to be taken away so soon and so quickly. It was like in the blink of an eye that he was gone; we knew he was in the best hands. The special unit introduced themselves to us and told us he’s going to be fine, we just wanted the best facility that was needed for Jordan’s case. It was so hard seeing Jordan with a drip and tubes to help clear his lungs. He was put into a humidity crib. We gave Jordan kisses goodbye, and they took him to the airport. In life, you may feel unattached to people’s heartaches at times, and it becomes this terrible nightmare when you live the story yourself. The midwife said Natasha could go home if she wanted which we did.

Natasha & I did not get much sleep that day - I have never felt as close to another person than I did at this difficult heart wrenching time. It was Friday morning that we were given a number for the Women & Children’s Hospital in Adelaide to gain reports on his progress.

We were expecting him back that Sunday afternoon, however, as a cautionary measure the staff at the Women & Children’s decided to keep Jordan longer. If we would have known this, we would have travelled to Adelaide to be with him, as the week following his birth was such an emotional time. On numerous occasions we would be in public and spontaneously begin to cry, especially amongst baby or infant items while shopping. On Monday the 24th my mother arrived from Sydney to provide a positive and comforting voice in our hours of heartache.

We would ring about every four hours during the day, to check on his progress. By Tuesday, his condition had stabilised which gave us relief and brought happiness out in us that we had not known since his arrival the previous Thursday. With each phone call Jordan’s condition became more stable, we pondered at first his arrival, then by Wednesday we were desperately in need of his safe arrival back home in Broken Hill into his loving parents arms.

We were informed on Friday by the hospital that Jordan would arrive home that night at 6pm. Our heartache was coming to an end.

We arrived at Broken Hill hospital at 5:30pm in great anticipation of Jordan’s return; we were waiting in the Maternity ward for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly through the doors of the ward came Jordan with an Ambulance crew. I was to video his return so the enormity of this occasion went without the emotional outburst I had grown accustomed to the previous week.

The smile on my mother’s face was such a great thing to record, as the joy she expressed made me feel like I had done something special for her in life by providing another grandchild.

Writing this now, I assure there has been a few tears shed remembering this tumultuous time in my life and I feel that they will always be there when pondering on Jordan’s birth. I guess I now know what is like to love as a parent. Natasha has the most beautiful souls and I look forward to loving her for the rest of our lives.

Brad Geyer, Dad

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