Monday, October 10, 2011
On Sunday, July 24th we went to my parent's house for brunch around 11am. I was having mild contractions that were about 10 minutes apart and my sister was helping me time them. They weren’t painful, but they definitely felt different than the Braxton Hix contractions I had been having.
Around 10:30pm, my contractions started getting stronger and closer together. Josh and I started timing them but assumed we wouldn’t have to make a trip to the hospital that night, because I was already scheduled to be induced the next day, Monday July 25th at 5pm. But Emerson had other plans...
I didn’t ever fall asleep that night, and around 2:30am, I woke Josh up and told him I thought we needed to go to the hospital since my contractions were 5 minutes apart. I assumed they would send us back home, but I wanted to go just to be sure. I took a shower and we packed a few final things in our hospital bag and headed to the hospital. It was almost a surreal feeling that we were actually headed to the hospital – after so many months of waiting and wondering what ‘the moment’ will be like – it was actually happening!
We parked and walked into the Emergency Entrance and checked in with the nurses, gave our insurance information, etc. and they hooked up monitors that monitored my contractions and the baby’s fetal heart tones. The nurse mentioned a few times that Emerson’s fetal heart tones were low, so I immediately became worried. She must have reassured me 10 times that everything was going to be fine, and said they would probably send us home in about an hour.
The next thing we knew, the nurse came in and said she had paged Dr. Duke and that he would just move my induction earlier so we didn’t have to go home just to return that night. I was admitted around 5:00am. We decided to wait to call our parents because we assumed it would be at least 12 hours until Emerson was born.
Soon after we were admitted, the nurses made it clear that the low fetal heart tones were a more serious problem, and told us they paged Dr. Duke to come to the hospital immediately. Of course, this scared us to death. We didn’t completely understand what was happening, we just knew everyone seemed concerned. They wouldn’t give me an epidural because they were concerned it would stress the baby. Dr. Duke arrived and placed several monitors on Emerson’s head and he even touched her head to see if she would respond. They put me on oxygen to try to improve Emerson’s fetal heart tones (basically, she wasn’t having any reactions to my contractions).
It was 7:30am when Dr. Duke came in and said he was going to bump his 8am scheduled c-section and that I would be having an emergency c-section at 8am. Emerson wouldn’t be able to withstand 8 hours of vaginal labor, so I had to have an emergency c-section. I immediately started bawling because I was so worried about my little girl. Josh called my parents and his mom and told them to hurry because they only had 30 minutes to get to the hospital!
Before we knew it, they were taking me into surgery, and I was crying all the way! My mother-in-law arrived at the hospital just as I went through the OR door, she kissed me on the head and I was gone! (My parents, sister, brother-in-law and nephew arrived just as Emmie was born!)
The anesthesiologist gave me a spinal block, they brought Josh into the OR, and surgery began. I was shaking like a leaf, and had a really bad pain in my right shoulder, which the anesthesiologist said this was very typical during c-sections.
After just a few minutes, Dr. Duke asked Josh if he wanted to peek over the curtain and see Emmie! All I heard Dr. Duke say was “the cord is wrapped around her neck” and I didn’t hear her cry! I was so scared. I asked Josh if everything was OK and he just looked at me with these terribly sad eyes and said “I don’t know.” After the longest 10 seconds of our lives, we heard her cry for the first time!! I once again had tears rolling down my face, but this time they were tears of joy!! Josh showed me pictures of her on our camera, and then finally brought her over to show me her sweet face!!
We later found out (when we got the bill in the mail!) that Emmie had to be resuscitated and intubated because she wasn’t breathing on her own. I read her medical records that said “the baby was limp and blue” and started bawling my eyes out. Just the thought makes me sick to my stomach. Luckily we had great doctors who were able to care for her. It only makes us realize even more what a true blessing it is to have a healthy baby girl!
She's now 11 weeks old and is the BEST baby! She has been sleeping through the night since she was 8 weeks old. Now she typically sleeps from 8:30pm - 5am, eats, and then sleeps until 8:30am. We are BLESSED!!!!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
We chose her name quite a while ago...Emerson Brooks Emerson was really the only girl name we had picked out - we both fell in love with it because it's different and sounds strong but beautiful. Her middle name, Brooks, is after my sister. I don't think I could get through a single day without my sissy, so I thought it was a nice way to honor her.
I've been making 'To-Do' lists like crazy (poor husband)...I have recently started to panic that everything won't get done in time before she arrives. As if we don't have enough to do, we decided to strip and re-stain our Master Bathroom cabinets and add trim around the mirror. Josh has been working so hard every night to finish the project!
Her nursery is coming together as well. The bedding is being made...
Friday, February 4, 2011
Since we got married, our plan (of course we had a plan - we're planners!) was to have a baby after we had been married about 2 years. We wanted to enjoy it just being the two of us for a while, develop a strong marriage and then welcome a baby into our world.
We find out in 2 weeks if it's a boy or girl! Then we can start spoiling this little baby rotten :-)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The famously uncomfortable Cow Ride!
Sweet Boy :-) I just love kissing that face!
Friday, August 27, 2010
15 Ways to Charm Her
Southern Living, July 2009 By Amy Bickers
“Want to impress a Southern girl? Just think “What would my grandfather have done?”
Number one: We still expect you to give up your seat for a lady. On a bus, at a bar, on a train. . . we don’t care where you are. Unless you are at a restaurant and the only lady in sight is the one taking your order, stand up. Now.
On a recent Friday night at a bustling restaurant bar, two friends and I waited for our table to be called. The barstools were occupied so we stood patiently, sipping wine and chatting about the workweek. When a couple nearby stood up, another woman – who had been there less time than we had – swooped in, reaching across us to put her purse on the stool. This isn’t the worst part. It’s what happened next: Her male companion then slid onto the other barstool.
Hang on while I do a geography check. Are we not in the South? If ladies are waiting for a seat and you have a Y chromosome, do you sit down? No, sir. No, you do not.
We know modern life is confusing. The roles of men and women have evolved over the years. As Pink once sang, “Shorty got a job, Shorty got a car, Shorty can pay her own rent.”
But come on, let’s keep some things old-school. My late grandfather- he of the East Texas upbringing, U.S. Navy captain status, and Cary Grant good looks – would never have allowed a woman to stand while he sat. And if you want a Southern woman to love you, neither will you. So, men, here’s a short list of things Southern girls still expect from you.
We still expect you to…
- Stand up for a lady. Actually, this doesn’t just involve chairs.
- Know that the SEC has the best football TEAMS IN THE NATION. Big 12 fan? Hmm, perhaps you should keep walking.
- Kill bugs. Delta Burke as Southern belle Suzanne Sugarbaker on Designing Women said, “. . .Ya know, when men use Women’s Liberation as an excuse not to kill bugs for you. Oh, I just hate that! I don’t care what anybody says, I think the man should have to kill the bug!”
- Hold doors open. This goes for elevator doors too.
- Fix things or build stuff. I once watched in awe as my stepfather built a front porch on the house he shares with my mother. He knew just what to do, cutting every notch, hammering every nail. The project was complete by sunset.
- Wear boots occasionally. Not the fancy, I-paid-$l,000-for-these kind. We’re talking about slightly mud-crusted, I-could-have-just-come-in-from-the-field boots.
- Take off your hat inside.
- Grill stuff.
- Call us. If you want to ask us out, don’t text and don’t e-mail. Pick up the phone and use your voice.
- Stand when we come back to the dinner table. ”Just a little half-stand is enough to make me melt,” my friend Stephanie says.
- Pull out chairs. Wait, that’s not all. Scoot them back in before we hit the floor.
- Pay the tab on the first few dates. ”If you ask me out, you pay,” Stephanie says. “If I ask you out, you should still pay.” Listen, guys, it’s just simpler this way.
- Don’t show up in a wrinkled, untucked shirt. Care about your appearance but not too much. Don’t smell better than we do. Don’t use mousse or gel. You shouldn’t look like you spend more time in front of the mirror than we do.
- Never get in bar fights. Patrick Swayze might look cool in Road House, but in reality, bar fights are stupid and embarrassing. You don’t look tough. You look like an idiot.
- Know how to mix our favorite cocktail JUST THE WAY WE LIKE IT. Fix your favorite too. Sit down on the porch (it’s okay if you didn’t build it), tell us how your day went, and we’ll tell you about ours.
We'll leave the long list to the girl who falls in love with you. Copyright Southern Progress Corporation Jul 2009
I'm proud that my husband knows how to rock his cowboy boots, always gives me his seat, opens doors and irons his shirts. But I can kill my own bugs, thank you :-)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Grace of God will not protect you.