How Mylah's Journey Began

This post is written by Mylah's Nana Jeana! I wanted to share the many miracles that I have witnessed in the short 6 days of this journey. I know there have been so many people praying from the time the word got out that Bailey was in labor 12 weeks early until Mylah was born and I know that you are still continuing to pray. This blog was started with the idea of keeping everyone up to date on Mylah and her progress, and as one of our prayer warriors put it, "feed her Mylah addiction!" I know that Facebook is being updated by many but there are those, believe it or not, that do not have a Facebook page and so this is a way for them to check up on Mylah and to see the specific prayer needs that we may have as the days and weeks progress.

At 4:08 AM, Sunday, April 22, I received a text from Darrin saying that they were headed to the hospital that Bailey was in a lot of pain. It was in her lower back and then every now and then it would be all over and then go away for a bit. Well, as a mother, I instantly knew this was labor pains but I never thought they would continue. It was confirmed she was in true labor and they were going to monitor her for awhile. The contractions were every 4 minutes and meds were given to stop them and they did stop for about an hour but then came back and continued to get stronger. They wanted to transport her to Tulsa so she would be close to the NICU but she needed to stabilize first which wasn't happening. Prayers began to go before the Father for this specific request and within the hour she was stable enough to be transported, Praise God!

She arrived at St. John's Tulsa around 9:30 AM Sunday and we were excited to find out that our dear friend Ellen Mayberry, OB/GYN nurse, was on duty that day. It was so good to be able to ask her questions and know that she was getting answers because she was just as concerned for Bailey and Mylah as we were. The plan was of course to continue to try to stop the contractions as long as possible. They said they would like at least 48 hours to get the steroid shots in her so Mylah's lungs would develop.

Sunday was just a day of watch and pray! Many people called, came and sat with us, and even brought food and "supplies"! Bailey was amazing throughout the day even though her contractions were still 4 minutes apart and they didn't want to give her any meds for them. Finally about 5 PM they decided that she could have an epidural and she fell right to sleep! Around 4 AM Monday morning we were awaken from our comfy (ha, ha!) waiting room chairs to find out that they thought she had slowed down enough that she would not have her at least until later that day so we came home to sleep a few hours.

Later Monday it was decided that they would stop the meds that was holding off the contractions around 7:30 PM and if Mylah decided she was going to be born they wouldn't stop her! At 10:45 PM it was very apparent that we were going to see our 3rd grand baby soon!

Bailey was a trooper, the epidural had worn off, they couldn't give her more, and they had to give her meds to increase the labor because she had developed a fever. Once again prayers were being prayed all over! As I would text a few people the specific need they would share it and begin to pray, I can't count the number of prayers I saw answered in the next few hours. And I know of some that stayed up all night with us just praying and crying out to God on our behalf.

At 2:08 AM, Mylah Kay DeShazer was born! "She is PINK", is what the nurses kept saying, which was fabulous for her age AND get this.....she was breathing on her own! Yet AGAIN, God was protecting her, as I stood there snapping pictures as fast as I could, a nurse wanted to put a tube down her throat to "help" her breath as they transported her to the NICU and the dr. who had just been standing by letting them do their job said very adamantly, "NO! I don't want to put a tube in her unless I have to."

I can't tell you the emotions that I was feeling at this time and I have never been more excited to hear such a little mousey cry in my life!

And she weighed in at......

And so her life story begins..........