![]() I just wanted to meet this little guy! The Wait Was OverĪfter 12 hours of labor (and waiting!) our OBGYN came in and said that we had options 1) Keep trying for another twelve hours, (or longer) or 2) perform a C-section. ![]() One of my greatest weaknesses is that I’m not a patient person, (I’m working on it. We’ll come back in and check on you in a little bit.” They just kept saying, “Ok…he isn’t ready to come out yet. (Which was awesome considering how the minutes oozed by like hours.)ĭoctors and nurses came in all throughout the day to check on Abbie, and each time that door opened I sprung up from coach like publishers clearing house was knocking on my door, hoping they would say, “It’s time.” But, they didn’t. When I was sleeping I couldn’t keep track of time. I tried to sleep as much as I could because 1.) I had zero sleep the night before, and 2.) It helped me pass the time. We spent the next twelve hours napping, reading, watching daytime talk shows on the tv, (is it just me, or does it seem like every hospital room in America plays Montel Williams and Maury Povich on repeat all day long?) and playing some games on the iPad. There was a very uncomfortable couch in our room which I claimed as my home base for the day. We finally made our way back to the pre-labor room where they induced Abbie. Because in less than 24 hours our world was going to be turned upside down. We had no idea that last meal was actually the last meal for our life as we knew it. We went to one of our favorite local mexican restaurants, Posados, and had one last meal as a “child-less” (no-child-out-of-the-womb) couple. We are so blessed that all of his sonograms and everything are perfect. ![]() I’m so glad everything is fine with Noah. Ya know? I sure hope not though, I really don’t think I could handle it. Sometimes I get scared and I think that God is going do something like that to me since I’m a communicator. And you feel sad for them, but in your mind you are thinking about how glad you are that happened to them and not you…I don’t think I could handle something that. “You know sometimes when couples at church get up on stage and share a really sad story about something that happened to their child, and everyone in the audience is crying and stuff. We were really going to be parents! This was happening.Īfter the appointment we drove around for a bit running last-minute errands, and I don’t remember if it was that day, or perhaps a few days before…but I remember telling my wife, Noah was 36 weeks old at this point, and the OBGYN said she wanted us to come in first thing the next morning to induce labor. On Decemwe went into the OBGYN for a check up, and found out my wife’s blood pressure was a little high. Each night wondering if this could be the night he arrives! The excitement of becoming a parent was like a child waiting for santa the night before Christmas….over. I seriously don’t have a clue how I got anything done during those ten months. ![]() Baby showers, parties, getting the nursery ready, (We even painted it ourselves!) reading the mommy bargain books, and of course picking out the cutest new-born outfits on the planet! We had a blast the next ten preparing for Noah’s arrival. I couldn’t believe I was going to be a dad. I couldn’t believe my wife was carrying around another human life inside of her.
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