Ok, so I know its been a while since I have posted anything. But Once I have detailed the events of the last few months you will understand.
March 20: Baby Blackwell Barbecue Bash!! Our shower/party was amazing! We are so blessed to have that many friends and family in our lives, wanting to celebrate Timothy with us! I posted most of the pictures from the night on Facebook, but here is a snapshot I got of our living room when brought all the gifts in!

Also, that night Brandon snapped what would be my last maternity picture! :( I was scheduled to have maternity pictures taken April 3rd. You will learn in a bit, how that became impossible! Here is the photo, please remember grainy camera, 8 month preggo lady a

nd the fact that it was 3 am, all play a role in how bad this picture is! But I love it, since it was the last! :)
March 26: Brandon and I met Heth for dinner at Outback after work. Which, shouldn't be that all that out of the ordinary, but I started feeling really sick half way through dinner and stopped eating. I had taken my Zofran earlier so I wasn't sure what the deal was. Brandon and I had driven separate, since we were both coming from work-anyway, on my way home, I projectile vomited all over myself, my steering wheel, the ceiling of car, the windshield, and my phone. My phone did not recover! Work had to get me a new one! And Brandon tried to clean my car the best he could in the dark, while I stripped down and got the shower. It was terrible.
March 29: I was serving as visit coordinator that day and just felt bad. No other explanation. Just bad. Once I got the visitors out the office, I headed over to get a new phone. By the time I got back, I felt so bad, I called Dr. Hearn's office to see what I needed to do. My back hurt, I felt sick and had a headache. My boss sent me home, because she said I needed to rest and not come in on Tuesday either. So around lunch time I was going home. I laid around the rest afternoon, just not feeling myself. Dr. Hearn's nurse called me back to tell me what I could take. That week also happened to be Brandon's spring break, so he was staying up late that night. When I got into bed, I told him, "I just don't feel right".
March 30: At 1:00 am I woke up and felt my body moving and I couldn't control it. Brandon yelled "Tiff" but all I could get out was, "I can't" I was trying to say to him " I can't control this" I went into a seizure. So next part of this story is complete 3rd party from Brandon, because I have no memory of it. He said I went into the first one and he called my dad. I came out of the first one and immediately went into a second one. My dad told Brandon to get me to the hospital now! Brandon pulled the car on the grass (which if you know Brandon, you know it was emergency, because no one is allowed on the grass. ) and he carried me down our steps and out the door, dead weight and pregnant! He said he was so scared he was going to drop me!
He then drove me to the emergency room, about half way there is where I can remember bits of what happened. We pulled up to the emergency room and the EMT ran outside with a wheelchair and grabbed me, while Brandon parked the car. The first thing I told them was "I am 8 months pregnant" and they started checking me and getting ready to transfer me to the Women's and Children's Hospital. Where luckily, Dr. Hearn was busy delivering another baby, so we didn't have to wait on him to get there.
Here is what I remember when Dr. Hearn got there: He first looked at all my levels and all that. They had started me on Mag sulfate to prevent me from going into another seizure. And he pulled up the ultrasound to see Timothy. He was fine, heartbeat good, and all that. But he was breach, and Dr. Hearn had to deliver me then, because I could have stroke and or go into coma. Brandon said "we are having him now!" and Dr. Hearn said in the next couple hours. Then Brandon said, I guess I need to call our parents, and Dr. Hearn said if you want them here, you better. So Brandon called both of our parents and told them to get the hospital ASAP!
While they were prepping me for surgery, the on-call pediatrician told us that he could have some serious lung issues since he wasn't 37 yet. And that it would be a wait see when he was born. They also told us that no one could be in the operating room because it was an emergency c-section. And I was also going to have to be knocked completely out.
When I woke up, my parents and Brandon were standing over me telling me how beautiful he was and how he was breathing on his own! I was so excited! Even though due to the massive amount of Morphine, it probably didn't appear that way!
I wasnt allowed to get up or move for 24 hours, so a really nice nurse brought Timothy to me, so I could see him for the first time! It was amazing. And while I was holding him, Dr. Hearn came in to check on me, so we got some pictures of the three of us! But I am sooo swollen and gross looking!
Dr. Hearn went back and examined my file from top to bottom trying to find an explaination for me going full blown ecclampsia without ever having preecclampsia. But there was no indication that anything was up. When I was there the week before, my blood was completely normal, I had no protein in my urine, nothing!! The working theory is that Timothy flipped himself breach, and by doing so, pushed down on some things that made my blood pressure sky rocket-then the rest just happened as a result.
March 31: Timothy had his first poop and we thought things were great, but he then started spit up greeen bile. So they were worried that he may have blockage, and we had him transfered to Greenville, because they have a level 3 NICU. Luckily, the Doctor in Greenville called us two hours after Timothy had been transfered to tell us that it wasn't a blockage! We just needed to work on putting some weight on him!! :) Sooo 27 days later, we were able to bring our sweet boy home! Here are some pictures of him in the NICU.

PapaCobus with Timothy

Papa Tim with Timothy

Me and my sweet boy!

In his isolate growing!!

When he was holding his temp well enough to be in a open crib!!

The day the feeding tube came out!! yaya!!

Grand-mere

Daddy and Timothy sleeping!

After a feeding

Another shot of him before he was in a open crib