After a scare in the hospital last week, I am in awe of how intentionally the Lord created our baby Everett.
Most people get annoyed when they discover they have an anterior placenta. I remember when my midwife nonchalantly mentioned that I had one at my 16-week appointment. No idea what that meant, so I googled it.
Essentially, it just means that my placenta is attached to the front of my uterus, instead of the back (posterior placenta). Most women can feel baby’s kicks and movements later in the first trimester because they have a posterior placenta. That’s the “norm.”
In my case, I didn’t experience Everett’s movements until 22 weeks because my placenta cushioned him with its frontal placement.
Left image: posterior placenta – on the back wall of your womb. Right image: anterior placenta – on the front wall of your womb.
I was bummed for sure and mentioned it to people who wanted to touch my tummy. You’re basically touching my placenta, not Everett – lol.
As baby develops in the third trimester, he will outgrow the placenta and his movements become noticeable.
Fast forward to last Wednesday (Jan 10). At 33 weeks pregnant, I was on my way to an evening of prenatal yoga at Modern Milk.
Fifteen minutes before class, I got into a bad car accident on the 101N highway. It was rush hour and as traffic rounded a curve there was a sudden back-up. The car in front of me swerved out of the way in time. Unfortunately, I could not and rear-ended the vehicle in front of me at about 60 mph.
Next thing I know, the airbag goes off. I heard a major crunch as the front end of my Ford Fusion smashed up towards the windshield. The glass shattered. And I was sobbing, trying to breathe in the midst of dust floating around me.
As someone who struggles with anxiety disorder, I found myself hyperventilating and trying to talk myself out of having a panic attack. I was stuck. My car couldn’t move and cars were still whizzing past me, honking, as if there was something I could do to fix the problem. I feared that someone was going to rear-end me because vehicles were still going so fast.
I called highway patrol to report the accident and then dialed my husband, Greg, who was at home. Then I just waited. Sitting in fear of how my baby was and praying that we would be okay.
The officer arrived and single-handedly pushed my car across two lanes, out of the way from oncoming traffic. Bless his heart!
Firefighters came onto the scene and checked my vitals, as I told them I was 7 months pregnant. Shocked that I didn’t have any visible bruises or cuts, they documented my information and asked what happened.
Thirty minutes after the accident, Greg arrived and helped me manage the situation. We finally left and headed for Mercy Gilbert, the hospital we had just toured 24 hours prior for our labor and delivery.
That 60 minute drive was terrifying. I couldn’t feel Everett move, and I didn’t have any water on me to try and get him to wake up. Our thoughts went to worse case scenario. I regretted all my complaining until this point, about him kicking too much and waking me up at night with his womb activities.
All I wanted at the moment was to feel him move.
We got to triage. The nurses hooked me up to monitor my contractions and baby’s heartbeat.
Finally. There it was – his heartbeat. Everett was alive, and we were safe with the medical resources all around us.
Later that night, nurses shared that it was the anterior placement of my placenta that saved Everett. SAY WHAT?! They had witnessed the aftermath of collisions at far lesser speeds, that were tragic for mama and baby.
Had God given me a posterior placenta, it would have experienced major whiplash from the collision and ruptured. I could have hemorrhaged and gone into early labor.
Praise God for fearfully and wonderfully creating us in the womb (Psalm 139:13-14), knowing in advance that Everett and I would experience a car crash during my third trimester! He blessed me with an anterior placenta to cushion and care for our sweet baby boy.
It’s a miracle: baby and and I are safe. Cars are replaceable. Life is not. The whole experience has made me fall so much more in love with Everett. We are stoked for his arrival in a few weeks.
What a special dude to have God’s sovereign protection play out in such a way!