I have hesitated to write about the last week. The events have been so personal and delicate---Most of the story is not even mine to tell. But enough people have asked about dear Reachel and Coco, that I thought I'd tell what I can and maybe calm a few hearts.
This is Coco Noelle Bagley.
She is perfection.
An angel on earth.
Words cannot express the feeling of heaven she brings to a room.
She arrived in our home at only 4 days old. Adoption paperwork needed to be finalized in Arizona before Coco could leave California. Sometimes that legal stuff can take awhile, so the men traveled on to AZ to earn the money while Reachel and I lingered here to discuss how to spend that money--mostly on all things baby with shopping trips for the sweetest layette.
After a few days, Reachel awoke feeling ill. It progressed quickly and within hours it was clear she needed help I couldn't give.
We headed to the ER and my trusted friend, Faith met us to take the babies.
That first night in the Hospital was wretched. Obviously more so for Reachel than me, but I felt incredibly helpless. At times she would lose consciousness and when awake, she was in so much pain. The doctors seemed to be grasping at straws to figure out why her vitals were so critical and their answers never felt right. They said she would be fine in a few days and not to worry our husbands out of state. Yet her abdomen was swollen and her color nonexistent.
To make a long story short, they finally discovered her Fallopian tube had burst from an ectopic pregnancy and she had lost 1/3 of her blood internally. She needed a blood transfusion and emergency surgery. Her surgeon said we were within hours of losing her. I have no doubt about that.
I picked up Morris and Coco and headed home alone that second night. I felt so guilty for having her to myself. Her mother should have been able to hold her, love on her. She is just incredibly Angelic-- that's the only way to describe her. I however felt grateful for the privilege. This time last year my arms were so empty. My heart so broken. While I do at times still feel those things, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Gratitude for friends. Gratitude for family. Gratitude for a merciful God who knows our needs--our need to grow--our need for comfort. Heavenly Father heard the prayers of many and Reachel was preserved. I know that was his plan all along, as looking back there is no way to ignore the sequence of events---the small miracles that led to the change of doctors who discovered her internal bleeding. There is no way around those facts. There were no coincidences.
Reachel is feeling great and already has a 6 inch scar to prove her stripes as a mother. They all headed back to Arizona yesterday, and it was hard to see them go. But I'm so glad they are finally getting to start family life with Coco in the comforts of their own home.
That tiny earth angel brings heavenly angels wherever she goes.
Dare I say, those angels saved her mother's life.
She is perfection.
An angel on earth.
Words cannot express the feeling of heaven she brings to a room.
She arrived in our home at only 4 days old. Adoption paperwork needed to be finalized in Arizona before Coco could leave California. Sometimes that legal stuff can take awhile, so the men traveled on to AZ to earn the money while Reachel and I lingered here to discuss how to spend that money--mostly on all things baby with shopping trips for the sweetest layette.
After a few days, Reachel awoke feeling ill. It progressed quickly and within hours it was clear she needed help I couldn't give.
We headed to the ER and my trusted friend, Faith met us to take the babies.
That first night in the Hospital was wretched. Obviously more so for Reachel than me, but I felt incredibly helpless. At times she would lose consciousness and when awake, she was in so much pain. The doctors seemed to be grasping at straws to figure out why her vitals were so critical and their answers never felt right. They said she would be fine in a few days and not to worry our husbands out of state. Yet her abdomen was swollen and her color nonexistent.
To make a long story short, they finally discovered her Fallopian tube had burst from an ectopic pregnancy and she had lost 1/3 of her blood internally. She needed a blood transfusion and emergency surgery. Her surgeon said we were within hours of losing her. I have no doubt about that.
I picked up Morris and Coco and headed home alone that second night. I felt so guilty for having her to myself. Her mother should have been able to hold her, love on her. She is just incredibly Angelic-- that's the only way to describe her. I however felt grateful for the privilege. This time last year my arms were so empty. My heart so broken. While I do at times still feel those things, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Gratitude for friends. Gratitude for family. Gratitude for a merciful God who knows our needs--our need to grow--our need for comfort. Heavenly Father heard the prayers of many and Reachel was preserved. I know that was his plan all along, as looking back there is no way to ignore the sequence of events---the small miracles that led to the change of doctors who discovered her internal bleeding. There is no way around those facts. There were no coincidences.
Reachel is feeling great and already has a 6 inch scar to prove her stripes as a mother. They all headed back to Arizona yesterday, and it was hard to see them go. But I'm so glad they are finally getting to start family life with Coco in the comforts of their own home.
That tiny earth angel brings heavenly angels wherever she goes.
Dare I say, those angels saved her mother's life.
Coco Noelle and Auntie Em
