I’ve been home now for two days and I miss my little one like crazy. I pray that time will fly so he can come home to us. My little man is such a fighter. Currently he he breathing on his own and has been since he was born. He is on a bubble CPAP machine that helps his lungs out so they won’t tire out. He was taken off of his blood pressure medication the day before yesterday and has also started to take milk. 🙂 He is doing so well. His nurses and doctors say that they are amazed at how well he is doing.
At 8:09 on Monday May 2, 2011 I became a mommy. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. It took all of two pushes to bring my son into this world. He was born 13 weeks early to the day. When he was born he was put on my belly and I could not take my eyes off of him. He was so small. He only stayed a second or two then was passed on to the NICU team that was waiting by my bedside for him. God knew that I needed to know he was okay and that is when amidst of all the noise I heard the tiniest cry from my Judah. It was the sweetest most heartbreaking thing that I have ever heard. I could do nothing to help him stop crying. But the crying was such a good sign. The doctors got him stable in my room then whisked him off to the NICU with daddy by his side.
Sunday morning started off like the other several days that I’ve been here in the hospital. Family came in and out all day and for some reason I did not feel good for some reason. Nothing in particular but I just didn’t feel myself. As the day progressed I started to feel some like cramping, I let the nurse know but according to the nurse it was not contractions and that the pain was normal for a baby with little fluid left.
Day became night and the pain continued into the night. Again I let the nurse know and she gave me a pain reliever and told me if the pain did not go away within an hour or two to let her know. I was still in pain so she paged the doctor and my doctor asked her to check to see if I was dilating. When she checked I was indeed at 1.5 cent. She let me know that this ahppend all the time and that with medication they cou;d potentially stop my labor and keep me pregnant for a while longer. For some reason the machine was not picking up my contractions, which by early morning were coming every few minutes. It was not until Judah’s heart rate dropped that they came running in and paged the doctor. At some point in all the chaos the anathesilolgist came in and asked if I would be getting and epidural. Umm so I thought that I would go natural but NO I was in so much pain. I got the epidural and everything went pretty fast from there. At 8:09 am on Monday morning I gave birth to the most precious little man you can imagine.