It is funny how things happen. You pray and pray that they will just work and sometimes they do. Friday Nov 18 I had a doctors appointment along with a NST, AFI, and an ultrasound. My mom went with Van and I to help and drive because Tyler had to work. The nurse informed me when I was waiting that because I was 37 weeks the doctors were going to check me to make sure labor was coming anytime soon. I hate being checked. One of the perks of C-sections is not having to be checked. I protested to the nurse, she laughed at me, and I got checked. Maybe a half a centimeter no more. Great. The NST showed that I was having some contractions but nothing to be concerned with and the ultrasound showed all was holding steady. See you in 5 days. Mom and I decided to finish some shopping at Kmart. I felt some contractions but not anything that made me worry so home we came. Tyler got home around 6 and we were looking forward to a fun filled weekend of preparing for a baby. You know, wash clothes, find that car seat, put up the bassinet, that sort of stuff. I was really hoping that the doctors would let me move my C-section up a week and just have the baby the day after Thanksgiving. Tyler and I were commenting on how handy it would be if the baby would just come this weekend. Tyler would only have to miss 2 days of work and have the holiday weekend off. Wishful thinking. Around 8 I felt kind of a different contraction. One that caught my attention and made my mind start to spin. A few more confirmed my worry and I started freaking out that we had NOTHING ready to have this baby THIS weekend. I started running around the house trying to put something together, I started shaking, and then crying. I was not ready. Not ready for a ride to Jackson in pain on very slick roads, not ready to prepare myself for the possibility of not making it to the hospital in time to deliver this baby, and most definitely not ready for a C-section if it came to that. We will just say that I was not ready. I thought I was but nope. Tyler finally had enough of me and sent me to bed. He packed my bag, put the kids to bed, and came to check on me. It was now 10:30 and I decided it was stupid to wait. The roads were
terrible with a capital t. Why was I laying in bed waiting instead of just going to the hospital? So, Sherri was called to stay with the kids and we were off. I wasn't in pain which surprised me. I was having contractions and I expected them to take off like they did when I had Van, but they didn't. They stayed there but nothing big. Half way to Jackson I was starting to worry that I had jumped the gun. We got the the hospital around 12:30 and the nurse told me they would monitor me for a few hours before admitting me and calling in the surgery team. I thought she was nuts. I explained my last delivery and she thought it was a great story nothing more. Oh well, if I got to VBAC that would be great. I just didn't want the pain that was involved. I was checked and found that I was at a 3. Good, I wasn't just imagining. I was monitored for a few hours. Tyler tried to sleep, so did I, but no luck. We had both been up since 5:30 and we were exhausted. The contractions stayed steady but not painful, and at 4 they decided to admit me and start preparing for surgery. I really thought that there was no way I was going to make it to 6. I was ready for a VBAC and hoping for one. By 6 am I was prepped and ready for my 3rd C-section. Doesn't Tyler look just great in his surgery getup.
I was given my spinal block and in mins I was throwing up. Man I hate that about surgery. I always get so sick. I ended up throwing up 3 times before the ordeal was over, yuck. The surgery team was awesome. I love my doctor. She came in with big hugs and smiles, and told stories through the entire surgery. Finally she said "here he comes" and Tyler took the most amazing picture over the curtain.
Yep that is my baby being pulled out of my stomach. I thought it was going to look gross, but it is honestly my favorite picture of all time. My babies really do come out of my tummy!!! Doctor Pockat was there with a lot of help. The anti E issues are huge and they were so prepared. Tyler thought it was great to get a pic of the baby upside down.
Here is Conn in all of his cuteness.
The doctors were so pleased with how Conn was doing. Dr. Pockat brought him over to me to see. This is me meeting my son. My arms were strapped down so all I could do was look, but it was wonderful to see him and hear him crying.
Off the the nursery Conn and Tyler went to get checked out and to be closely monitored. They also had the blood sugar issues to worry about. I expected they would be gone for a few hours making sure Conn was okay.
I was so excited when they called me in recovery and told me his weight and that he was doing well. I never expected to see Tyler come walking through the door holding Conn. Here I am holding him for the first time. I even got to nurse him while I was still in recovery!
Before we knew it we were in our room with our little one. The doctors were so pleased with Conn's health. Dr. Pockat came in checked on us regularly. He was so impressed. He made the comment that anti E comes with such a variety of problems and Conn wasn't showing a sign of any of them. "It is just historic" was Dr. Pockats statement. Conn never once had to leave our side. His health is truly a result of many prayers and many miracles. Conn and his proud Daddy
My favorite part of him is his hair. Surprisingly it isn't red! It is the prettiest mix of brown with frosted tips.
Conn Arwith Hansen. He is named after his great great Grandpa Kennington, Arwith Dick Kennington. I love the name. It has to grow on quite a few people but I know that it is a name that Conn will be able to look to and find great strength in the man that bore it before him.
How blessed we are! A perfect baby, born on the perfect day. Thank you for all the thoughts and prayers that helped with the health and development of this precious little one. Truly our family is blessed with his arrival.
I was given my spinal block and in mins I was throwing up. Man I hate that about surgery. I always get so sick. I ended up throwing up 3 times before the ordeal was over, yuck. The surgery team was awesome. I love my doctor. She came in with big hugs and smiles, and told stories through the entire surgery. Finally she said "here he comes" and Tyler took the most amazing picture over the curtain.
Yep that is my baby being pulled out of my stomach. I thought it was going to look gross, but it is honestly my favorite picture of all time. My babies really do come out of my tummy!!! Doctor Pockat was there with a lot of help. The anti E issues are huge and they were so prepared. Tyler thought it was great to get a pic of the baby upside down.
Here is Conn in all of his cuteness.
The doctors were so pleased with how Conn was doing. Dr. Pockat brought him over to me to see. This is me meeting my son. My arms were strapped down so all I could do was look, but it was wonderful to see him and hear him crying.
Off the the nursery Conn and Tyler went to get checked out and to be closely monitored. They also had the blood sugar issues to worry about. I expected they would be gone for a few hours making sure Conn was okay.
I was so excited when they called me in recovery and told me his weight and that he was doing well. I never expected to see Tyler come walking through the door holding Conn. Here I am holding him for the first time. I even got to nurse him while I was still in recovery!
Before we knew it we were in our room with our little one. The doctors were so pleased with Conn's health. Dr. Pockat came in checked on us regularly. He was so impressed. He made the comment that anti E comes with such a variety of problems and Conn wasn't showing a sign of any of them. "It is just historic" was Dr. Pockats statement. Conn never once had to leave our side. His health is truly a result of many prayers and many miracles. Conn and his proud Daddy
My favorite part of him is his hair. Surprisingly it isn't red! It is the prettiest mix of brown with frosted tips.
Conn Arwith Hansen. He is named after his great great Grandpa Kennington, Arwith Dick Kennington. I love the name. It has to grow on quite a few people but I know that it is a name that Conn will be able to look to and find great strength in the man that bore it before him.
How blessed we are! A perfect baby, born on the perfect day. Thank you for all the thoughts and prayers that helped with the health and development of this precious little one. Truly our family is blessed with his arrival. 
1 comments:
What a miracle, I'm so glad all turned out so amazingly well. So many blessings. He is a cutie! You've done an amazing job, it's a lot of work to get them here isn't it!
Alisa
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