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I Hope She Dances

Posted Wednesday, August 24, 2011, at 9:43 PM

Jordan at the beach last year.
It's that time of year again and I'm not talking about the horseshow. I'm talking about my daughter Jordan's birthday.

On September 1, 2002, my dream of becoming a mother came true.

But, it wasn't easy.

Due to my medical history, I drove back and forth to Vanderbilt to a doctor there who specialized in high risk pregnancies. I was also working for Vanderbilt at the time as an office manager in an offsite clinic here in Shelbyville.

My due date was November 22. Notice the difference in my due date and the date I became a mother? Big, big difference.

I can remember clearly the day I started cramping. I was about 27 weeks along. I was at work and had a doctor's appointment scheduled the next day. I decided to call the doctor that afternoon and she consoled me that it was probably normal cramping due to my uterus expanding.

That whole night I spent wide awake and hurting. I knew something was wrong.

My sister drove me to Nashville the next day and I truly don't know how I made it riding in the car bumping along towards Nolensville.

Again, the doctor tried to tell me it was probably just my uterus expanding that was causing my "discomfort". I explained that although I had never carried a child before, that this felt much higher on the Richter scale than discomfort.

To be safe, she decided to hook me up to a machine that I don't remember the name of to make absolutely sure I wasn't in labor.

I was in labor. No shock to me, though. But, I was relieved that she now believed me.

I was admitted to Vanderbilt and spent almost a week on magnesium to try and prevent any further labor. I had nothing but ice chips for a few days and craved a Big Mac like you wouldn't believe!

As the week ended, I felt better and they sent me home to continue my pregnancy on bed rest.

I was back the very next night being admitted through the emergency room as I was in full blown labor again. Water breaking....lovely!

I was terrified. It was too early. I had dreamed of being a mother since I was a little girl myself and this had been the best thing to ever happen to me. I couldn't lose her.

The next 24 hours was crazy. I remember more pain than I could ever describe. Gripping for dear life on to the rails on my bed, everything blurred around me.

The doctor decided to perform an emergency C-Section. I was alone in an operating room full of strangers. It wasn't even my doctor who delivered her. My sister was supposed to be with me, but she couldn't make it there in time.

The doctors and nurses worked in a frenzy. Soon, they had her and wrapped her in a blanket. A nurse held her so that her cheek sweetly brushed my cheek like a butterfly kiss before rushing her out of the room.

Everything went dark.

When I woke up later, I was surrounded by family who looked very nervous. They told me that she was on a ventilator and she weighed only 2 pounds and 7 ounces.

Each day was a triumph or a trial. She either gained weight or lost weight. She had to have two blood transfusions. I watched her tiny little body as they fed her through a tube in her nose. She was too premature to even know how to suck a bottle.

But, God was there for us, as always. She was a fighter and was able to come home in 6 weeks. I was nervous even holding my then 4 pound baby. She was beautiful. She was a miracle!

I didn't sleep for about 6 years. Seriously.

Today, she almost knocks me over running and jumping up on me to hug me.

Bring it on! Let's celebrate this 9th birthday right!

I love you Jordan. And remember --

"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder

You get your fill to eat

But always keep that hunger

May you never take one single breath for granted

God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small

When you stand by the ocean

Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens

Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance"

-Song by Lee Ann Womack, lyrics by Tia Sillers and Mark Sanders

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Fantastic story to share. My wife had a long, long labor and they were discussing C-section when our daughter decided to enter the world.

-- Posted by stevemills on Thu, Aug 25, 2011, at 7:25 AM

Sherri you are two for two -- making me cry, that is! What a wonderful, wonderful story! Happy birthday, Jordan.

-- Posted by sfowler on Thu, Aug 25, 2011, at 8:18 AM

What a wonderful story....made me smile this early in my morning....I must say for such a sour beginning Jordan sure is a sweet child....has to be the raising! Hope her birthday is a super day for her.

-- Posted by chefgrape on Thu, Aug 25, 2011, at 9:07 AM

Thanks to all of you for the kind comments. =)

-- Posted by SFrame912 on Thu, Aug 25, 2011, at 6:23 PM

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Sherri Frame, a former staff-writer for the T-G, grew up in Wartrace and now makes her home in Shelbyville with her daughter, Jordan. She graduated from Cascade High School and earned her bachelor's degree in management at Trevecca Nazarene University. Sherri is currently unemployed.
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