It was last Wednesday, December 5th.
Nope, it wasn’t. It was 3 weeks ago. Thanks for understanding.
It was 9 days after my “due date”.
I had been praying and praying (and begging and pleading) that it would not come to that, that I would not have to be induced, again.
The limit would’ve come the following Monday, as 2 weeks past the “due date” is as far as the doctors, and even the more natural-leaning nurse-midwives that I see, will let a pregnant woman remain pregnant. So, it was possible to wait a few more days, but when baby was a wee bit less active on ultrasound during another biophysical profile that Wednesday morning, my anxiety level began to rise, and I was no longer comfortable waiting.
Maybe I wasn’t trusting enough, or maybe my God-given instincts were doing their job. I don’t really know, but either way, I wasn’t comfortable.
I wanted to have, and to hold, my baby.
The decision was made to induce that afternoon. I knew I wouldn’t have slept well if I had gone with the prior plan of waiting until the next morning. I would’ve wondered why he seemed less active. I would’ve worried, a lot, and that’s not good for mother or baby…
So I called IT Guy, went back home, told the kids I was going to have a baby that afternoon, grabbed my bag, and headed back in to the hospital, this time reporting to Labor & Delivery.
And I had a baby.
A beautiful, healthy, 8 pound 13 1/2 ounce baby boy.
His name is Daniel Honor, and he’s pretty much perfect.
The birth was a very different one for me, the closest I’ve ever come to an emergency c-section, and I will probably get the whole story written out one of these days, but suffice it to say that we’re just so thankful to have him, and so thankful that he’s healthy.
It’s also been a different time of adjustment here, thankful for a new baby, yet still hurting along with our whole family over the loss of my youngest sister’s oldest boy, Tenney. Thankful for a new baby, thankful for Ian finishing his chemotherapy, now considered off-treatment, and still nervous about what that “new area of concern” could potentially be.
Thankful. Sad. Thankful. Nervous. Thankful. Uncertain. Thankful…
Cherishing the moments with each child, with each other.
Pics taken by IT Guy in the first moments. No, I’m not wearing a hospital gown. I’m wearing one of my favorite black cotton maternity tees. I prefer to labor & deliver in my own comfy clothes. Did you know they’ll let you do that? Now you do! 🙂