So here's the story for those that are interested, or at least the basics of the story because you really don't need the exact details. Friday, December 12th I went in for my 39 week appointment. We had been in somewhat of a holding pattern because of my mild preeclampsia and a false call on being induced the Tuesday before. So I knew there was a chance I would be admitted and induced, and then it happened! Its so strange to be sitting there, having my blood pressure monitored for the millionth time, everything seeming to be normal and then the doctor comes in and says, "i'm keeping you, ready to have a baby?" Well it was going to happen at some point right? So at 5pm they started with the drugs to induce labor, at around 9pm I went from having a mild contraction to having intense contractions every 30 seconds. By 10pm they stopped the meds and started giving me IV drugs for pain. At 11pm in my drug high but still crying from pain, the call was made to get the epidural. I loved the epidural. Jackson did not. You know something bad is happening when the nurse that has been checking on you comes into the room with 3 other nurses/doctors and starts talking to you like you're in kindergarten, trying to keep you calm and saying scary medical things in a sweet sing-song voice. Shots were given to try and stop my labor and get Jackson awake and moving and doing what he was supposed to do. Then they told me to try and get some rest...which was a great plan in theory. I wasn't really in pain anymore, my labor was progressing normally and it was after midnight. But like I said, Jackson was not a fan of the epidural, so every 15-30 minutes for the next 7 hours I was rotated from one side to the other, to my back, propped up, laid down, you get the idea. No sleep was had. Around 7am my doctor came in and checked my progress and told me it was almost time! At 9am the work started and three exhausting hours later, the little man arrived.
The moment that every new mom waits for has arrived. That first glimpse of your baby, the first chance to hold him and kiss him. I didn't quite get that moment. As Jackson finally showed himself, the doctor started talking. Tell me that we would have to do things a little differently, I wouldn't get to have Jackson put on my chest, Mark wouldn't get to cut the umbilical cord, we wouldn't have that first moment as a family because my baby wasn't breathing. Babies aren't supposed to be purple, and they aren't supposed to be quiet, Jack was both of those things. So as exhaustion and terror are taking over me, Mark went with our little one as a team of nurses and doctors worked on getting him to breath. Let me tell you, time stood still until I heard that first little noise. Just thinking about it now makes me emotional. After two hours of tests, observation and being on a breathing machine, Mark finally brought our baby back to me and I got to hold him for the first time. No mom should have to wait that long to hold her baby, but I would have waited forever for my perfect little boy.
Everything turned out okay, he had what they were calling a "difficult transition", and after 48 hours and normal results we were able to go home.
So that is how Jackson Richard made his arrival. A little dramatic, and hard on us new parents at times, but I would do it all again if I had to. Jack still doesn't like transitions, I've never seen a baby make such a fuss about waking up! But he is growing like a little weed, which is slightly heart breaking because I want him to stay that tiny little baby, but its also beyond amazing to watch him grow and develop. He loves being sung to, little white christmas lights, being swaddled, and watching his daddy play video games. He holds his head up like a champ, and when he looks me in the eye I get all weepy because he's beautiful and i'm his momma. I spend every day falling in love with him, with my new little family, and my wonderful life.
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