3.15.13
I barely slept the night before. I was so excited to meet our little man, but as the time drew closer I couldn’t help but be nervous. I had only had my wisdom teeth out before so the thought of going into surgery made me worried. Then again, having a c-section was never what I wanted. When I found out that I had gestational diabetes doctors mentioned that I may need ac-section. We all hoped that Miles would decide to come on his own, but with the fact that diabetes babies tended to be large babies, it was a race against the clock.
When I went into the Doctor at my 39 week appointment, they did a sonogram to estimate how large Miles was and to see if he was progressing. The sono tech was having a tough time getting an estimate because he was too large to fit all on the screen. She estimated him between 9lbs 10oz-10lbs 4oz. Since Miles was showing no signs of progress the Doctor recommended we either get induced or have a c-section. That was never my plan. I always hoped to have a natural birth. Stuart and I prayed over what to do. After doing everything possible to try to convince Miles to come naturally, we weighed our options and decided that a c-section was best for us.
We checked into Medical City Dallas at 10 AM on March 15th.We had an amazing group of nurses that not only prepped ME for surgery, but also made sure that Stuart was taken care of by giving him a snack so he wouldn’t pass out J.Around 11:30 AM they wheeled me back. It was go time.
I remember lying on the table in the room just looking around. I had nervous butterflies. I no longer was focused on the surgery. I was just ready to meet our little boy. What was he going to look like? How big was he going to be? Who would he look like? And more importantly, would he be healthy? In a matter of moments all of my questions would be answered.
Stuart finally came in the room, squeezed my hand, and asked how I was feeling. I soaked up our last moment as a family of two and smiled.As they started the surgery, I prayed that everything would go well. Then I heard the sweetest sound- the sound of my sweet baby boy crying. The doctor said, “His head is out!”. Then after a few tugs, the Doctor said, “I’m going to need some help here.” I then felt four people around me tugging and pushed trying to get his shoulders out. After what felt like eternity, he was out!Miles David Platt weighed in at 9lbs 15oz and was 22 inches long! Then came the shock… I heard the doctor say, “Umm…it looks like he has an issue with his hand.” They brought Miles around the curtain so we could see our baby boy. In the excitement of the moment I completely didn’t notice the fact that anything was wrong. Stuart did. He looked at me and said, “I think I’m going to pass out.” With the overwhelming emotions of seeing his son for the first time, and noticing something was wrong, Stuart had to be taken out of the room to go lay down so he wouldn’t pass out.
A few minutes later Stuart came in again and told me the news. “It looks like Miles was born without his left hand.” I was shocked. I remember a single tear rolling down my face. See the entire pregnancy I continued to tell Stuart that I really felt like something was going to be different with Miles. I couldn’t pin point where my feelings were coming from and our Doctors continued to say everything looked perfect (I had to have multiple sonograms because of my gestational and somehow never noticed). Every time I would tell Stuart my concerns he would say, “No matter what, it won’t stop us from loving him.” He was right. God made our Miles perfectly in HIS image.
Although I know that Miles, and our family, will have unique challenges, we can’t wait to see how God uses our little miracle. God has trusted us with his precious life and we are beyond blessed to get to see him grow. With or without his left hand, our prayers for Miles are the same- that he loves Jesus and loves and respects others.
For everyone that reads this birth story- I ask that you pray for our family. Please pray that Stuart and I can be wonderful parents to our Miles. Also pray for our little Miles. Pray that people see him for who he is as a whole and not the fact that he looks different than them. Our God has a special plan for him.
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:14
For those that are interested, Miles was originally diagnosed with Amniotic Band Syndrome, but after a meeting with a few hand specialists at Scottish Rite Hospital he was diagnosed with Symbrachudactyly. I warn you that if you google search it, the pictures are pretty graphic. Miles was an extremely lucky case.
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