We just returned from a whirlwind vacation - we were gone for a month and hit 6 states. While we were traveling my baby turned 4. I didn't have access to my pictures of him, so I didn't post about it, but now I'm home and want the whole world to know what a great kid he is and what a blessing he is in our lives!
We dropped the 3 older boys off at a friend's house (who told me to "cross my legs") then rushed to the hospital, hoping we could keep him 'inside' for a while longer. My husband told me to "Cowboy Up" during an especially painful contraction which came as we hit a pothole during 80 mph. I must admit that while I have a pretty good sense of humor, I do NOT have one while delivering babies.
The doctors determined that I had lost too much fluid so they were going to let me try a v-bac, when another doctor ran in and yelled, "We're taking him now." Something on the monitor didn't look good. We found out later his cord had prelapsed.
I was rushed into surgery, but it took 45 minutes to get him out, due to an excessive amount of scar tissue from my previous c-section. When they pulled him out my husband said, "He's blue, and he's not breathing." Then he left the room with the nurse and my son. No mother, ever, wants to hear those words.
I lay on that bed praying like I'd never prayed before. After 15 minutes they told me he was fine but needed to go straight to NICU. I lay on that bed for another 45 minutes, still praying because they couldn't get me to stop bleeding.
At midnight that night I was allowed to see him - well, his toes. He was hooked up to all sorts of machines so his bed couldn't be moved and I was still flat on my back so we couldn't get my bed in close enough to see him. I couldn't even touch him. I couldn't hold him for 3 days because of all the tubes.
Another friend called the first night I got home from the hospital, without my baby, to see what I needed. I confessed that I really needed a duel breast pump and couldn't get one that night because everything was closed. She had one at home that I was able to use right away. Bless her for listening to the prompting to call that night. She will never truly understand how much that eased my aching mommy heart.
One sweet lady brought me a bag full of activities and snacks so that my boys would be entertained during the long hours they sat in the hospital waiting rooms.
Someone anonymously gave us money to pay for gas as we drove back and forth to Omaha.
And many people brought meals. And paper plates so I wouldn't have to do dishes.
One more thought....I sometimes think that service projects are dumb and a waste of time that I could spend doing something else. I hate making little quilts and filling baggies full of "stuff". Well, thought, hated. The night we went into his room to see him for the first time, there was a quilt there, donated by some church group for those babies who came before their parents were ready. I bawled my guts out at their sweet gesture and felt comforted at a very dark hour. So make as many little quilts as you can, dear sisters. It does mean a great deal to those who receive them.