It seems like just yesterday that Jordan brought a stack of pictures to show me. As I was looking through them, there was one I couldn't figure and I asked her what it was. It was a positive pregnancy test. She immediately burst into tears upset because she was pregnant and Dryscha was not.
Jordan told me soon after that she and Patrick wanted me with them in the delivery room. I got every book I could get my hands on. Watched videos. Took notes. Went to childbirth class with her. I was determined to be a good labor coach. The best I could be.
Three weeks before her due date, Jordan called and said that there were some blood pressure problems. They admitted her to the hospital and were running some tests. Due to pre-eclampsia,it was determined that they needed to induce labor and deliver the baby. Because of her blood pressure, we could not use any of the techniques we had practiced. Jordan was dead set against an epidural and early the next afternoon they told her they needed her to have one. It was a bleak time. She had been doing so well, but her labor was not progressing and I honestly feel they were prepping her for a possible c-section.
One of the deals I made with Jordan was that I would take pictures of all of them together after the baby was born and then leave so that they could be together as a family. Patrick was then to call us when she was in her regular room so that we could go up and see the baby again.
It was late when the call came. Too late for us to go up that night. I was disappointed but it never entered my mind that it was due to complications. When we went up the next day Jordan said that she shook so hard for several hours. She could not even hold the baby. Of course Patrick was attending to Jocelyn and Jordan felt all alone. She said she wished I would have stayed so that I could have been with her, but none of us could have forsaw that this would happen.
Jordan was released two days later. The first day home was intended for them to be a new family so I did not go over. I went over the next day and she was upset about something that had happened the previous day but I felt that they needed to deal with the situation because they had allowed it to happen. She needed a hair trim so I was going to take her to get that done.
While at the salon, she stated she really did not feel well. She called the doctor and then decided that she felt so horrible she wanted me to take her there immediately. I did and she was still having blood pressure problems.
The following day, she began feeling bad again so they took her to the emergency room. She was there until early the next morning. This continued throughout the week. I was stressed. She was miserable. Patrick probably wondered what in the world had happened. Finally on Friday, they once again had to go to the hospital. The doctor decided to admit her. Originally, I was going to keep Jocelyn. Patrick then changed his mind and wanted me to take her to the hospital so his mother could care for her. I went up and was shocked to see Jordan in an isolated room with a lot of equipment. I asked a nurse I knew how Jordan was and she said that she was one sick little cookie. Patrick had given me a time when I could visit the next day. I went home that night in despair, not knowing if I would see her alive again.