Feast your eyes on this sweet sweet baby face! I can’t stop staring into it!
I had him on Thursday of last week, September 11th.
I’d been having contractions on going for days and it seemed like they were getting stronger and a bit closer together. I’ve been in labor before (of course) so I knew for sure that I wasn’t right in the meat of it or anything but with Christian my water broke and I progressed really fast so I was nervous about not showing up in time. Plus I hadn’t gotten my results from the Group B Strep test yet and I knew I wanted to be there long enough for the meds to run their course at well (which takes 4 hours)
So I hesitantly decided to go in to the hospital and get checked.
From the minute I walked in the doors I was absolutely certain they’d be sending me home.
They set me up to the machines and checked me I was dilated to 2.5 CM which was exactly what I was dilated to a week before at my Doc appointment. She also said I wasn’t having very many contractions according to the monitor. So much for being in labor!
I quickly texted my mom that it was a false alarm and not to bother coming over.
The nurse was really sweet and she said we should wait another half an hour or so just so she could check me again and then she could send me home.
I was starving and ready to go eat some lunch and even though the thought of having the baby was exciting, I was happy to let him cook a little longer.
A little while later she came in to give me another quick check and get me on my way.
She instantly got a shocked look on her face and said “um…you’re at a 4 now…so I’m going to go call your doctor, stay put.”
An hour later she check me again and said “Well, you’re at a 5 now. Looks like we’re having this baby today!”
Nick started to get so nervous and excited. He said it was like Christmas, his birthday and Masters week all wrapped into one times 100! I was excited but nervous since I was just barely 37 weeks. Christian was born at 37 weeks and 2 days and he spent 10 days in the NICU. I really didn’t want to see this baby go through that. My doctor was so sweet and he said at this point it was only a 5% chance he’d be underdeveloped so not to worry too much.
At about 10:30pm I was at a 10 and ready to go. As soon as he came out they laid him on me and I couldn’t believe how much he looked like Christian! I kept asking if he was grunting because I was so scared that he would be (that’s what they do when their lungs are struggling) they took him over to the table on the side of the room and said they were sorry but yes he was grunting but they might be able to get it under control. My doctor could tell I was really concerned and he kept saying, let’s believe he’s not in the 5%. After 15 minutes the nurse, who happened to be one of my friends, said she still couldn’t get him to stop grunting so they need to take him over to the NICU but they wouldn’t admit him right away, he might come back in just a few hours if we got lucky.
I was really trying not to be a baby about it but when they took him out of the room I started balling. The last thing I wanted in the world was to be separated from him and for him to be struggling. My doctor came over and said he was really sorry and he knew that was my biggest fear but that he still had a few hours to get better and I shouldn’t lose hope just yet.
I was praying for him and hoping he’d be able to come back soon. Nick and my dad went over to where he was and gave him a special prayer as well, which did make me feel a little better.
I had an epidural and even though I was pretty sure I could walk (I could move my legs the whole time and still felt everything on a MUCH smaller scale) the nurses thought it would be best if I got some rest before heading over to the NICU. About three hours later they called my room and said he seemed to be doing really well, was acting really hungry and wondered if I wanted to come down and try to feed him. I hurried down and was thrilled when he latched right on! (it took like a million tries with Christian) His breathing had improved a great deal and once the feeding was over they said we could take him up with us!
I can’t even explain how happy and relieved I was to have him back in my arms and doing well!
We brought Christian in the next morning and he is so in love. He keeps saying “He’s really cute to me!” and he’s got his own name for him. Billiam. It’s so adorable when he says it!
Anyway I know that was a LOOONG story but I just think that babies are such incredible miracles and I could hear birth stories all day long, so I wanted to share:)
For the next couple of weeks I am going to be all wrapped up with this teensy tiny baby and to be honest beauty is bound to be the last thing on my mind! But I thought it would be fun to go through some of my very favorite old posts dust them off, freshen them up and have some “Greatest Hit Reruns” I just feel like there are so many awesome tips that get buried and this is a perfect chance to let them shine! (I also might throw a few new ones in the mix with content I’ve already created before baby arrived. So keep an eye out for that as well.)
Love you all!!