Evan Andrew Noullet

Evan Andrew Noullet
29 July 2007 till 30 July 2007
Evan Andrew born July 29 at 4:19pm fought for 11 hours until he grew his wings. Evan was born at 24 weeks weighing 1lb 9oz and 11 3/4 inches long
Play forever on the clouds sweet Evan Mommy and Daddy Love you very much.



Evan Andrew Noullet
July 29,2007 4:19 pm
1 lb 9oz ,11 3/4 inches

I was told that there would be a slim chance of getting pregnant. I always assumed that I had PCOS and I was recently diagnosis with Diabetes. So I just never thought it would happen. Well on March 26,2007 I was just not feeling right I had been tired ,and had all the symptoms of being pregnant I decided to take an HPT. Well to my surprise within a minute it read POSSITIVE. We were so happy all my life I had dreamed of having a baby, and now my prayers had been answered. I found a doctor that fit me in right away since I had diabetes, and on March 28 it was confirmed that yes I was pregnant. I had my first ultrasound and determined that I was 5week3days and you could already see his heart fluttering away. Well from that time on everything went downhill at 6 weeks on April 1 I went to the grocery store everything was fine I came home put up the groceries went to the bathroom (as all pregnant moms do all the time) looked down, and was covered in blood. I started passing clots, and I thought that right then I had lost my baby. My husband rushed me to the hospital ER, and after 4 hours of waiting they took me in for an Ultrasound to revel that my baby was still there. I was told to go home and rest on my left side and call my OB in the morning, well I did and everything was fine. I was put on light duty, and sent to a perinatologist. I found out that I had bacteria vaginosis where it is the overgrowth of bacteria in the vaginal area, and was put on antibiotics. Then at 13 weeks I woke in the middle of the night to find out that I was bleeding again, and again I thought that I had lost the baby same story went to the ER only to be told nope Baby is still in there happy as can be. I was then diagnosed with BV again, and also a UTI, I was then prescribed more antibiotics and to take it easy on light duty. Again everything was going good I had a few aches and pains, but nothing to be worried about according to my doctor. Then at 23w4d I was at work and went to the Bathroom and wiped and there was some Mucous. Everybody kept telling me that was normal not to worry well the next day I decided to call my doctor anyway just to make sure well she checked me and noticed some watery discharge she did the litmus paper test and determined that it was not my water, She checked my cervix I was still tight and long not to worry everything is Ok. Well that night I started having contractions, But I thought it was just cramping being my first I had no idea. I thought that they were from me being checked, Well by the next day(Saturday) my contractions were every 15 min apart. I decided to go to the ER and the nurse hooked me up to the monitors and told me “Not that I don’t believe you or anything, but your not in labor you have a UTI go home) so I went home. Then all night I was up with contractions every 5min apart. My husband was busy at the time so I decided to have my sister bring me to another hospital just to get checked and make sure everything was o.k. I told Wade to stay and I would be back, or I would call him if I needed him. At this hospital they also put me on the monitors and my contractions were not registering. They kept saying everythings ok. Well my sister had to go so I told her to leave that I would be ok and I would have Wade bring me home. So here I am alone in the hospital hooked up on monitors when they decide to check me, and I was 10cm dilated and my baby was coming soon. They brought in an US machine and told me that he was transverse that I had to have a C-section and that they were going to cut me up and down to get him out quick that his lungs were not developed ( I was at 24 weeks at this point)and that they had one of the best teams around that this was the time he needed to be delivered. I was rushed in and baby Evan was born weighing in at 1 pound and 9 ounces and 11 and ¾ in long (my proudest moment). All I remember of the whole time in the operating room was the words “ let go baby you have to let go of the cord. You have to let go of mommy”. I was told that he needed a blood transfusion and that he was doing good that he had weaned himself from needing 100% Oxygen to 40% that was great. They took me to my room and told me to get some sleep. Then at 2:50 my nurse and the doctor came into my room, and I just knew that he didn’t survive. I was told to come say my last goodbyes before it was too late. I got to the NICU and I could here them working on Him. They opened the door and told me that It was too late that his heart had given out on him, he was just too premature. I was asked if I wanted an autopsy on him, But I refused I couldn’t handle the thought of him like that being so little, but I had the placenta sent off and was told that it was perfectly healthy, the bag of waters were clear(representing that there was no infection) That there was no reason why he came so early? An answer I guess I will never get. You see when Evan died so did a part of Me Life will never be the same. To have your hopes and dreams taken from you in a blink of an eye.