the moment you've all been waiting for...
I know you have all been anxiously awaiting the story of John Mark's arrival into this world. I finally got permission from the wardens (mom and Micah) to come upstairs and sit at the computer, so here it is.
As you know, we found out on Thursday that he was going to be big- most likely 10 pounds big. After spending the night praying and talking to people, we finally reached the decision to go ahead with a c-section. I called the doctor Friday morning and the appointment was set for Thursday (yesterday). We were a little disappointed that we were going to have to wait that long, but we felt really peaceful about doing the c-section.
I spent Friday hanging out with Jamie. We ate lunch at Saturn Grill, then did our favorite thing- walked around Target. While we were there, my back started to KILL me- and I was just feeling sort of crampy. I thought I had just walked too much and would feel better when I got home. I left Jamie's around 4:00 and when I got home I didn't feel well at ALL. I thought "oh my goodness- I think I might be going into labor..." So I laid down on the couch and started timing when I had the pains. By the time Micah got home at 5:30, I was feeling contractions about every 7 minutes or so. I called Jamie to see if I was really going into labor and she said she thought so and to call the hospital. I called, did all the things they told me to do (lay down... take a bath... drink lots of water...) but the contractions kept coming. Finally at 8:00 we called and said we were coming in. By the time we got there, I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes and soon found out I was at a 5. Fortunately, my doctor was the on call doctor. So when she got there, they told me I would be going into surgery around 10:45 and would have a baby soon after that.
I hung out in my room- Micah's family was there, and my family got there quickly after that. Seriously, nothing was bad at all. I would have contractions that definitely hurt more than others, but I was doing great. I called people... laughed with everyone who was there (mainly we laughed at Tiffany, who was bawling her eyes out)... and finally 10:45 rolled around and they took me back.
I walked to the OR and got my epidural. It's a very strange sensation to be numb from the chest down. Micah got all scrubbed in and we sat behind a sterile sheet just chatting about what it would be like to have our sweet boy finally here. The anesthesiologist stood at my head and kept me informed what was going on on the other side of the sheet. Not too long after being in there, I heard the sweetest little cry and the doctor say "man... she delivered a TODDLER..." and the pulled back the sheet, held him up and said "it's a boy!" The sheet was put back in place and Micah went to watch him being all cleaned up. I laid there just shivering and wondering what my baby would look like... This was at 11:30. I was in a recovery room and got to see my baby at 12:30. It was incredible.
I stayed in the hospital until Monday. We had so many friends and family come to visit us- I have honestly never felt more loved than I did in those 2 1/2 days. I think we counted up 12 people who were at the hospital the night he was born- just hanging out in the waiting room for Micah to bring him out.
I have to say, this is the most incredible experience of my life. I can't believe that just a week ago I was sitting at Saturn Grill, not expecting to see my baby until next week. And now he is here- and it's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I thought I loved him when he was growing in my belly- but NOTHING compares to the love that is inside of me right now. Speaking of, someone is crying, which means he is hungry- and I'm the only one who can take care of that! I'll update from our doctor's appointment yesterday the next time I get the green light to come upstairs. Here's a picture from yesterday:
As you know, we found out on Thursday that he was going to be big- most likely 10 pounds big. After spending the night praying and talking to people, we finally reached the decision to go ahead with a c-section. I called the doctor Friday morning and the appointment was set for Thursday (yesterday). We were a little disappointed that we were going to have to wait that long, but we felt really peaceful about doing the c-section.
I spent Friday hanging out with Jamie. We ate lunch at Saturn Grill, then did our favorite thing- walked around Target. While we were there, my back started to KILL me- and I was just feeling sort of crampy. I thought I had just walked too much and would feel better when I got home. I left Jamie's around 4:00 and when I got home I didn't feel well at ALL. I thought "oh my goodness- I think I might be going into labor..." So I laid down on the couch and started timing when I had the pains. By the time Micah got home at 5:30, I was feeling contractions about every 7 minutes or so. I called Jamie to see if I was really going into labor and she said she thought so and to call the hospital. I called, did all the things they told me to do (lay down... take a bath... drink lots of water...) but the contractions kept coming. Finally at 8:00 we called and said we were coming in. By the time we got there, I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes and soon found out I was at a 5. Fortunately, my doctor was the on call doctor. So when she got there, they told me I would be going into surgery around 10:45 and would have a baby soon after that.
I hung out in my room- Micah's family was there, and my family got there quickly after that. Seriously, nothing was bad at all. I would have contractions that definitely hurt more than others, but I was doing great. I called people... laughed with everyone who was there (mainly we laughed at Tiffany, who was bawling her eyes out)... and finally 10:45 rolled around and they took me back.
I walked to the OR and got my epidural. It's a very strange sensation to be numb from the chest down. Micah got all scrubbed in and we sat behind a sterile sheet just chatting about what it would be like to have our sweet boy finally here. The anesthesiologist stood at my head and kept me informed what was going on on the other side of the sheet. Not too long after being in there, I heard the sweetest little cry and the doctor say "man... she delivered a TODDLER..." and the pulled back the sheet, held him up and said "it's a boy!" The sheet was put back in place and Micah went to watch him being all cleaned up. I laid there just shivering and wondering what my baby would look like... This was at 11:30. I was in a recovery room and got to see my baby at 12:30. It was incredible.
I stayed in the hospital until Monday. We had so many friends and family come to visit us- I have honestly never felt more loved than I did in those 2 1/2 days. I think we counted up 12 people who were at the hospital the night he was born- just hanging out in the waiting room for Micah to bring him out.
I have to say, this is the most incredible experience of my life. I can't believe that just a week ago I was sitting at Saturn Grill, not expecting to see my baby until next week. And now he is here- and it's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I thought I loved him when he was growing in my belly- but NOTHING compares to the love that is inside of me right now. Speaking of, someone is crying, which means he is hungry- and I'm the only one who can take care of that! I'll update from our doctor's appointment yesterday the next time I get the green light to come upstairs. Here's a picture from yesterday:
posted by the rigdons at 12:10 PM
2 Comments:
Congratulations! He's so cute! I ran into Jenny King the other day and she told me the big news. Hope all is well!
Aww, he's already changed so much! I love this story. It's one that you'll never get sick of telling. And we were right, it was a good one! :o) Love you!
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