Our story begins Tuesday, December 22. It was our last night of "freedom", and we went out to eat at our favorite restaurant (that we have found here so far) to celebrate. We were scheduled for an induction Wednesday morning, being 41 and 1/2 weeks pregnant. One final prego shot; you can't get much more pregnant than this.
I will spare you ALL the nitty gritty details. The shortened condensed version of our story is that after 6 hours on pitocin, when a strong contraction would hit (which I wasn't feeling at all) the baby's heart rate would drop significantly. In a whirlwind of 20 minutes, we were told I was being pulled off the pitocin and it was for the baby's best interest to arrive via emergency c-section. I had a momentary complete breakdown. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I do this? My sweet husband reassured me my body was completely prepared and capable for labor, but the baby was obviously not. A few positive things that kept me from hyperventilating: I would see my baby in approximately 30 minutes; not too shabby for having waited the last ten months. My doc used to be a plastic surgeon before he was an OB, so atleast my scar would be pretty. He had already perfromed 2 c-sections that morning!(these ones the women CHOSE), so I trusted he had a steady hand. In the end, we knew it was for the best. Come to find out, it most definitely was! The baby had the cord wrapped around his neck twice, so every time I had a contraction, he would basically yo-yo in my belly, trying to drop down, but couldn't go anywhere, thus dropping his heartrate. The surgery went well and quickly, though the baby needed immediate oxygen. I felt him come out, but we didn't hear him cry for a little awhile. We finally heard him (onset of more tears), and the nurse brought him over to us for about a minute before he was whisked off for testing. Nate then left my side to go with the baby, and I was glued up and sent to recovery. Nate did a great job of capturing lots of "first" moments for me, since I didn't get to see the baby for about an hour and half.
He has been holding his head up on his own since about day 3.
Grandma flew in Christmas night. It was such a special Christmas to have her and the baby here.
He chunked up quite a bit after the doctor told us to feed him as much as possible whenever possible.
Evan spends his awake time strengthening his neck muscles and making mommy laugh with his silly faces.
How could you not love this face?!
I SO love being a mommy. He makes my world go round. Sometimes I forget how cute he is. I pick him up after his naps and fall in love all over again. Well, two nap times later (yes, I do measure time in naps now; I'm officially a mother), I've finished this post. It's my first non-motherly task in two weeks!