"Kari and Brooke were sweet enough to throw us a baby shower for Luke and I had been looking forward to it for a long time. Elle was spending Saturday night with us and I thought it would be cute for the girls to have matching dresses to wear. That Sunday morning started out like any other Sunday, the girls woke up and had donuts and chocolate milk for breakfast. They got to play for a little while before we all took baths to get ready for the shower at 2. We arrived at Brooke's house a little after 2 and I was feeling good. Around 3:15 I was standing talking to a few people when I felt a pop and fluid. I ran to the bathroom thinking my water broke. Instead of fluid, I saw a lot of blood. I grabbed Matt and we immediately left for the emergency room. After what seemed like an eternity, we were able to hear Luke's heartbeat and knew he was ok. I spent the next four days getting tests done and not learning a real reason as to what exactly happened. Now the doctors think my placenta partially abruptured; which basically means if I'm bleeding at all I can't go home. Being in the hospital hasn't been completely unbearable because Matt has been able to stay with me. The hardest part, for both of us, is not being able to see Emma. She spent most of Saturday at the hospital with us and it really helped my spirits. I feel like she has grown so much in a week!! Right now we just have to take it day by day and hope Luke can cook as long as possible!"
I stole that from my other blog-although I guess it's not really stealing when it's your own work! I didn't need to go and track down that first insert to remind myself how this day went a year ago, because I remember it like it was yesterday. I still remember how good I was feeling that day, how glad I was to see everyone that was able to come to the shower, how cute Emma and Elle looked in their matching dresses, Roger and my Dad trying to read the directions to put one of Luke's toys together, the yummy food, and of course the "pop" that forever changed that day and our lives.
If there's one thing people know about babies and pregnancy's, its that the baby needs to stay put until at least 36 weeks. Everyone longs for that due date to hurry up and get there already (especially that last month!!) Although it's just a strong guess, every woman sees that due date as the finish line. If I can just make it to that day, life will go on! I have a lot of things to do, but I have to get it done by that day. If that baby is stubborn and doesn't want to come on that day, it's disappointing. VERY disappointing. And every day, hour, minute after until that baby gets here is pure torture. The end result is well worth it-a beautiful baby that you created with your husband (or boyfriend, or friend, or secret lover....) And a few days after they arrive, you get to take that nerve wracking first ride home with that sweet little person and start the no sleep journey!
But for those of us who never make it to the finish line, it's an entirely different story. Instead of feeling as ready as you can; having all the supplies you think you need-only to realize you did NOT need that wipe warmer but DID need 30 more sets of diapers! Your bag is packed and repacked, the car seat is set up, the phone tree is organized, after 25 outfits you've finally picked the ever important "going home" outfit out. Now, you're just waiting on baby-instead, you get thrown off guard. That little person inside of you says, "Hold on a minute, I'm not sitting here waiting for YOU to get ready, I AM ready and I'm ready now!!"
Thankfully, we live 10 minutes from two great hospitals and when our son said he was ready to party, we didn't have far to travel to keep him safe. Although, the ride there was a little questionable! He did his best to hold on for us, but he knew enough was enough. So on March 15th-8 weeks before he was due-his journey began at 3 pounds 14 ounces and 17.5 inches long!
We were very lucky that he (or should I say I, since I know he didn't get two nice shots in the rear!) got two doses of steroids two days before he was born so his lungs were able to handle breathing on his own. We were also very lucky that he was born completely healthy and we would have no health or developmental issues to worry about. Unfortunately, he was born a white male :o) Which meant that he was going to have a tough time figuring out how to eat, drink and swallow all at the same time. 26 days later he mastered that skill and has been growing strong ever since!! Now he's a grits lovin boy who will eat everything in sight!
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