Or 3 weeks sooner than anticipated. At my 32 week appointment I was scheduled for my C-Section on June 15th at 37 weeks and 2 days. Naomi came a day before that, so we figured I could do a day more. Now, I meant to do updates and I just hadn't gotten around to it. I was too busy nesting and organizing/sorting/de-junking every inch of my house. Literally. I'm not even kidding. It is quite amazing if I do say so myself.
(This post was written throughout the last 6 weeks off and on) (And
here is the story from my last pregnancy.)
Once I hit about 29-30 weeks I started
swelling and it was worse each week. The pain I was already in got
more painful each day and I was having to spend less and less time on my
feet. To the point that at about 32-33 weeks I could only go about
20-30 minutes at a time, then would have to sit down and put my feet up
because the swelling in my legs and feet were terrible and painful. I
had sciatica pain this time that I didn't have last time. The PSD was
worse and I had low stretching pain that wasn't just round ligament
pain. Basically there was a whole lot of pain around my pelvis and hips
and lower abdomen.
So,
when at 32 weeks and 6 days I had menstrual like cramps at 9:30 p.m.
for an hour strait I was concerned because it wasn't the same as all of
my other pain and I didn't feel okay about it. The next morning I went
into the doctor to rule out a UTI. I've never had one before and I
didn't have any of the usual signs of one, except for the cramping -
that can happen because of one. Turns out, I did have one, but they
sent me in for a Non Stress Test anyway. The baby was fine, but I was
told my uterus was "quivering", which just means it was irritated. But
that was ruled to be because of the UTI. So, I took my antibiotics and
went about my business. Although, I started taking it even easier
because of more pain and it was just so hard to move.
I
went into my 34 week appointment at 33 weeks and 6 days (last
Tuesday). The week before I had gained 5 pounds in a week and that week
I had gained 7 pounds. Not good. My blood pressure was rising, but
not alarmingly. That I attribute to the baby aspirin I had been taking
since I was 20 weeks pregnant to reduce the chance of Preeclampsia. It
was recommended by the Perinatologist (pregnancy specialist). I was
supposed to stop taking it at 36 weeks - a week before the surgery. I
was spilling protein in my urine and the swelling was so bad; the
preeclampsia was back. But they were mostly worried about my blood
pressure rising. I asked my doctor, "I've been on the antibiotics for a
week now, when is the cramping supposed to stop?" He said, "Uhhh... I
don't think that is because of the UTI" So, he wanted to get me to 35
weeks and was hoping to not have to take me in for the C-Section until
36 weeks. I was so sure I could make it 2 weeks. Thinking I could just
deal with the pain for that long. I was put on a salt restricted
diet. I had already cut back quite a bit, but I was going to try to
find food with basically none. That night I spent an hour or so looking
up recipe's, pinning them on pinterest and making a grocery list. I was
going to go get them the next day, and get out the baby clothes. And
that was it, because I was supposed to be taking it easy.
Before
bed I found I lost my plug (if you think it's TMI, sorry...). I
remembered the same thing happening with Naomi, but I wasn't quite sure
if it was it. I got out my what to expect book and read every thing on
it. When I got to the pre-term labor section and was reading all of the
signs and symptoms I realized I had about all of them. I didn't really
know what to think and was trying to decide if I should go into the
doctor about it, but we basically covered everything that day. And I
attributed a lot of it to the UTI and just my overall pain.
We went to bed at 11.
I got up at 12:55 to pee.
I
was kind of in that state of sleepy awareness of the outside world when
I felt like, a pressure pop thing inside around my cervix and then a
whole lot of liquid run out and down my leg. My eyes popped open and I
thought, "Oh no. That's not good." So, in a very, very calm even voice I said, "Jaren?" He was sleepy responsive,
"Huh? Yeah?"
"Will you help me up to go to the bathroom?"
"Oh... sure" He started getting up to make is way around to me.
"My water just broke."
"What?" Still sleepy, but came to me and helped me up. With every movement more water came out.
No pain. Where is my PSD? It doesn't hurt.
It was 2:03
Oh no, I'm in labor. I need to make sure there is no blood.
"Will you turn on the light?"
"What?"
"I need to make sure there is no blood, will you turn on the light?"
He turned on the light. No blood. Sigh of relief.
"You
need to call your parents and tell them my water broke. And call the
hospital, tell them my water broke and I am 34 weeks and a C-Section and
Dr. Watson is our doctor."
"Okay." He walked out of the room.
I haven't felt the baby move since before bed... but there is no blood, so placenta is okay... she's okay...
I went to the bathroom and went pee.
Not much pain. I can walk normally. This is so weird.
A large amount of water on the floor and when I went to clean up I thought, "what am I doing? More water is just going to come out."
I
went to the closet to get dressed. Put on a shirt, then got out some
underwear and pants and all this time with every movement more water
came out.
Jaren came in and
I said, "It wont stop, it just keeps coming." So he grabbed a towel. I
put it between my legs and just stood there not quite sure what to do.
I couldn't go to the hospital naked, but it seemed so weird to put
clothes on when I was just going to soak them. But Jaren's parents were
coming over and I couldn't not have any pants on.
"Did you call your parents?"
"Yes"
"Are they coming?"
"Yes"
"Did you call the hospital?"
"Yes"
"Did you tell them Dr. Watson was my doctor?"
"Oh... No.." He left to go call again.
Contractions started. A painful menstrual like cramp ones. Mostly in front. Some in back.
I decided I'd put my pants on. I bent forward and another deluge came.
There's
no way they can stop this... I've lost too much water. I'm having my
baby tonight. She's too early. This is too soon. I need to pack a
bag.
I
kept trying to clean up the water, but everywhere I stepped my feet were
walking in wet stuff. I grabbed my large purse and put my nighttime
chapstick in. I went to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush and
toothpaste. Brush, face lotion, deoterant and then just stood there
looking around trying to figure out what else to take. Jaren comes in.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm probably not coming home, I should pack a bag."
I don't have Naomi's things ready.
"We can do that later, come on."
I don't have her clothes out.
"Okay."
Can I have more children?
I
went into the kitchen and grabbed my phone charger. Walked into the
front room and grabbed my Kindle and it's charger. Walked back into the
kitchen and grabbed my antibiotics.
"Let's go"
I need my camera.
"I need my camera"
"Why?"
"The baby is probably coming. We need pictures."
"We can get it later."
You're going to regret this
"Okay."
I
walked down the hall, went into Naomi's room bent forward to look at
her and a bunch more water came out. It was a steady trickle with every
movement at that point. The contractions were steadily getting
stronger and more painful. I had no idea how far apart. Just hurt all
the time.
I can't make it stop
I
walked into my room and grabbed my pillow. I felt weird doing it, but
it seemed important. I went into the garage and opened the garage
door. Jaren's parents had just gotten there.
I
walked down the stairs holding my purse, pillow and towel. I came to
Jaren's mom and said, "It just came and wont stop. I'm sorry." She
wanted to know if I was okay. I told her I was fine, just starting to
hurt. His dad asked if I wanted a blessing. I said, "Oh, yes please."
So we walked to the front door and with every step more water came
out.
This has to be all the amniotic fluid. I hope she's okay. I haven't felt her move since last night. This is kind of embarrassing leaking in front of his dad.
I
set down the towel on the chair and tried to keep myself under
control. Tried not to feel scared. And only teared up and cried a
teeny bit.
I told
them both thank you, gave them hugs and went out the door, and into the
garage and put the towel on the seat and got up. The whole while
steadily leaking. Contractions hurting worse and the realization there
was no stopping it and I was fully into labor hitting.
We made it about a quarter of a mile down the road when we heard the "ding ding ding". Oopse.
The tank was totally on empty. And I had drove into town and back on
that empty tank the day before, so there was no trying to make it into
town on it. Jaren turned around and his dad was behind us and followed
us back to the "yard" (farm yard in front of our house). When Jaren
told him we needed gas he turned on the pump for us and Jaren put just
enough in to get us into town and back. (We have fuel pumps in the farm
yard).
While he was gassing up I decided to call my
parents. It was such a huge thing happening that I felt like I should
tell someone. But at 2 in the morning I couldn't call anyone except
them. At least I figured my water breaking super early justified my
calling them in the middle of the night. Even though they were in
Washington and couldn't do anything. I just felt like they needed to
know.
I called my mom's cell phone first before I
realized she probably didn't have it right next to her, turned on. So I
hung up and called the house phone. My Dad answered and this is how
the conversation went:
Dad: sleepy, "Hello?"
Me: Hi Dad, it's Whitney
Dad: Okay
Me: I'm just calling to tell you my water broke
Dad: What?
Me: My water broke and I'm in labor, I'm going into the hospital
Dad: Oh no...
Me: Will you tell Mom?
Dad: Yes
Me: Okay, I just thought you should know.
Dad: Yes
Me: Lindsey's working tonight!
Dad: Huh? Oh...
Me: Yeah, I'm glad
Dad: Yeah, that's good
Me: Alright, well, I'll keep you updated.
Dad: Okay...
Me: Love you, bye
Dad: Bye....
I
think he was in a bit of shock. Besides the fact he was asleep I had
just talked to him a few hours before about what happened at the
doctor's appointment and how I felt about it.
This
whole time I had been texting Lindsey. I first sent her a text while I
was standing in the back hall with my purse and pillow, waiting for
Jaren.
2:15 a.m.
Me: My water just broke. I'm comin in.
Lindsey:
Really?! I'm waiting in the ER admitting. I'm telling the admitting
clerk so she's getting you registered now. Do you need me to go
upstairs? We don't have any patients.
(Upstairs is where Labor and Delivery and Mother Baby (where you go after you have your baby) is.)
Me: I'll go right upstairs. We've already called
Lindsey: So what entrance are you going to? The ER or LDR? The house supervisor will meet you there to take you up.
Back
to Jaren and I at the pump. As soon as he put in a few gallons we took
off like a rocket. Or as fast as a Yukon can go like a rocket. There
are two ways into town from our house. You can go through Hibbard (an
area outside of Rexburg) or down the Salem Highway. The choice is only a
mile from our house; either turn or go strait.
Jaren: Which way should we go?
Me: the one least likely to have cops.
Jaren: .........
Me: I'd go through Hibbard.
Jaren: Okay.
what would happen if we did run into a Po.
Me: What would happen if we did see a cop?
Jaren: He would follow us to the hospital.
Me:
I wonder what he would do... He'd be calling in a high speed chase and
then we'd lead him to the hospital. Would he give you a ticket? Take
you to jail? Or let us be because I'm in pre-term labor?
Jaren: I don't know. (he often wonders how my mind works, and why I wonder so much)
I
wonder if he'd have enough time to call in a helicopter. Or if the
helicopter is close by.. probably not. Has there ever been a helicopter
chase in Rexburg, Idaho? Would this warrant a helicopter chase? Owwwwiiiiieeeeeeeee...
The contractions were really
strong and happening more often than I realized. I wasn't timing them.
I didn't think to since I was obviously in labor and I was going to be
having a C-Section anyway.
I can't believe I'm experiencing
labor. I never thought I would ever know what a real labor contraction
felt like. Or what my water breaking felt like.
Back to texting Lindsey:
2:32 a.m.
Me: LDR. We're driving fast
Me: Hope Watson comes in
Hope
it's not some doctor I don't know and doesn't know my situation and
will try something stupid since I'm already in labor. Like a version or
delivering a breach baby. I don't want to explain it all...
Owwwwiiieeee!!
I'm really glad Lindsey is there.
Me: I'm kind of glad you are there
Lindsey: Got it. I'm calling him to let him know.
Lindsey: I
told them your Dr. is Watson so they should have called him. If not
Dr. Meredith is here. He's an awesome OB Dr. so that's good :)
Lindsey: I'm going upstairs
Me: Ok, good. I think 5 minutes or less we will be there.
Lindsey: Okay sounds good
Today is Isak's birthday..... (my nephew)
Me to Jaren: It's Isak's birthday.
Jaren: It is?
Me: Yeah. Lena is going to hate us. First we get married on her birthday, then we have our baby on her firstborn's birthday.
Jaren: She is not going to hate you.
Me: But she had Edyn on Nathan's birthday so I think that even's things out.
Me texting Lindsey: It's Isak's birthday
Lindsey: LOL, I know! Are you having contractions?
Me: I'm cramping a lot, hurts pretty good. I assume so?
I
was still shocked and in a bit of denial. Even though I was sitting on
a wet towel and having the worst menstrual cramps I'd never thought I'd
experience. And I get some pretty bad cramps.
Lindsey: Okay we're waiting outside for you.
Me: I'm here
At that point we pulled into the little 5 minute parking drop off
spot at the Labor and Delivery/ Mother Baby Unit door. There was
Lindsey and a tall man standing behind a wheel chair.
Oh... I get to ride in a wheel chair.
He
came up to the door as I opened it and helped me out. I grabbed my
purse and pillow and asked him if I should put the towel down on the
wheel chair. (I should have just done it) He told me I didn't have
to. So I just sat down.
Me: "It's going to get wet. I'm leaking a lot"
Him: "It's okay."
I don't think he believes me....
My last image of the outside world as I was being wheeled around
and to the door's was Lindsey getting in the driver's seat and backing
out of the parking spot and Jaren hurrying to catch up.
Oh, that's nice of Lindsey....
Through two sets of doors, up the elevator, through another set of
double doors, around the corner and into the same room I was in for my
NST a week before. There was the gown on the bed and sure enough, I
stand up and left quite the circle on the seat. I told the guy,
"Oopse... sorry about that." He said it was fine. A week or so later I
was walking out of the hospital and passed what looked like the same
wheel chair. I couldn't help but wonder if he cleaned it or just let it
dry.....
I put on the gown the whole while dripping down my leg. It was
such a weird gross feeling to be continually wet and not be able to stop
it.
Flash back to the week before when I was there for my NST:
I
was in the bathroom and had just put on the gown. I started to walk to
the bed and Jaren asked if I wanted my flip flops on. At first I said
"No" until I thought about it and instead said, "Yeah, never know what
kinds of things have been on the floor in here"
Back to being in labor:
Oh.... now I know what's on the floor in here....
Onto the table
- I still hadn't felt her move since
before
I went to bed. I was really anxious for the monitors to be hooked up
and on so I could be reassured. The minute the nurse started strapping
those thing's onto my stomach she kicked and then there was her heart
beat on the monitor. I was so relieved. The nurse left us alone and
Lindsey came in. I started telling her about how I left my camera (as I
glared at Jaren) and she asked if I'd like Nate (her husband) to bring
their camera. He rotates 5 days of nights and 5 days of day shifts at
work, so he was staying up all night to get ready for a night shift. I
said YES PLEASE! And she called him.
Linds took a picture of us with my phone, I regretted not taking a
few more maternity pictures even though I was massive (I totaled out at
46 pounds weight gain with Naomi at 37.1 weeks and with this one at 34
weeks and 2 hours I had gained 53 pounds - no telling how much more had I
gone another 3 weeks). Every time I'd have a contraction I'd tense up
and not even realizing I was holding my breath. Lindsey and Jaren were
both yelling at me, "BREATHE!!"
Oh yeah... it's like I forgot I was supposed to do that. Labor wasn't ever something I thought about.
Nate came in grinning from ear to ear and stayed that way the
entire time until I was wheeled out for the C-Section. He was excited
about the baby coming. I felt like I had to tell someone about what was
going on so I posted on facebook about my water breaking. I was also
constantly texting my mom with what was going on whether or not she was
there to read it. Come to find out later she couldn't sleep after she
found out and stayed up wondering what was going on. But never checked
her phone! Silly Mommy.....
Here is the texts for that day:
May 23, 2012 3:22 a.m.
Me: I forgot to ask you to get a whooping cough booster. And especially since she is going to be so tiny.
Me: I'm in labor. Going to have the C-Section tonight.
Me: Lindsey is with me.
Me: This is kinda weird.
Me: Say lots of prayers for the nugget.
Me: She who is still not named.
Me: Jaren still wont let me do Alice.
Me: Now I've experienced labor. They are 3 minutes or closer apart.
Me: I'm dilated to a 1.5 and 90% effaced.
May 23, 2012 5:35 a.m.
Me:
She's here! 4 lbs and 11 oz. and 17.5 inches long! She's in the NICU,
she's getting oxygen and has an IV but she's doing really good and
things look really good. I'll call when I know more. Love you!
May 23, 2012 7:47 a.m.
Ma: Oh yeah!!! Cause we've been worried!!!
Ma: Thanks for letting us know :)
May 23, 2012 5:32 p.m.
Ma: Whit! Is she named yet?
Me: Yes :) I'll call you as soon as I finish my chocolate cake :D
And that was absolutely delicious chocolate cake. I shared a
huge bite with Lindsey because I felt like it wouldn't help my digestive
system if I ate it all, but I regret giving her any. I wish I had ate
the whole thing because it was so yummy. Lindsey works there and can have hospital chocolate cake whenever she wants.
During this time my contractions were over 2 minutes apart and
we were just waiting. They were calling everyone in that was needed for
the surgery. I felt really bad that I was waking everyone up and
making them get out of bed, get dressed and come to work. The whole
thing was just unreal. I think I was still in shock that my water
broke. I was very aware of the situation and that the baby was coming
but I think having Naomi 3 weeks early and being able to take her right
home was leaving me with a false sense of hope that this baby wouldn't
need to be in the NICU for more than a few days. And then I kept
hearing about so and so having their baby at 34 weeks or 35 and being
able to take them right home or only in the NICU for less than 5 days.
In the back of my mind I nursed hope that when I had to go home I'd be
able to take her with me.
And I kept thinking about what this meant for future
pregnancies. I knew already that right at that moment Jaren had made up
his mind that we were done. That terrified me and made me feel guilty
for not being able to carry any further. Logic and experience told me
that my water broke for a reason. I personally think it had almost
nothing to do with the baby and had just about everything to do with
me. That I couldn't be pregnant any longer. My body couldn't take
anymore stress and pain, I'd held onto her as long as I could. And
Heaven only knows what problems I would have had had I carried much
longer.
So many thoughts and feelings were roiling around and on the
outside I kept a smile or grimace (depending on if I was contracting or
not) on my face. I answered questions and tried not to cry or be
scared. When Dr. Watson came in and I saw the look of concern on his
face I realized the severity of the situation a little better. I knew
it wasn't okay that I was in labor - that the baby might not be totally
okay, but there was nothing that could be done. I know it wasn't my
fault that my water broke, but it's frustrating that I can't control my
body. I should have rested more, shouldn't have tried to clean and sort
and organize so much. Shouldn't have picked Naomi up as much and
should have eaten better. All of these things will be things I do
differently next time.
I think Jaren was taking it all in stride up to that point. As
soon as I saw Dr. Watson I said, "It just broke and wouldn't stop coming
and coming. I'm sorry."
Dr. W: "What are you sorry about? You don't need to be sorry."
Me: "That I woke you up. That all these people have to come in the middle of the night"
Dr. W: (with a bit of an eye roll) "yes, because it's your fault"
It's not my fault....
Dr. W: "You know I wont be her doctor for a while, right?"
Me: "Oh... why?"
Dr. W:
"Because she will be in the NICU. Dr. Gates will be her doctor."
Me: "Okay. How long will she be in the NICU?" (fully expecting less than a week)
Dr. W.: "We don't know exactly what we are getting, but you can expect at least 2-3 weeks."
And that's where it got real. Having my doctor who is always so
optimistic and nice say what I was so scared of made it real. (Come to
find he was being optimistic compared to the NICU doctors and nurses).
After he left that's when I saw Jaren's face. He looked sad. I asked
him if that was what was wrong and he said yes. So then I felt bad all
over again for having a premature baby and making Jaren worry so much.
It seemed that once my Doctor was there that there wasn't much
point in making me wait and suffer. At this point my contractions were 2
minutes apart and terribly painful. I couldn't get comfortable and I
felt so much empathy for anyone who went through labor and had their
babies vaginally. I experienced 2 and a half hours of hard labor, and I
can't imagine those poor women who are in labor for 8 hours or more.
I've had a C-Section before. I knew exactly what was coming, but
I thought I was going to have more time to prepare myself. So I was
scared. Scared of the spinal, of getting sliced open and pushed and
pulled and beat up to get that baby out. But all that mattered was
getting the baby out. I sat up on the table to get the spinal in and
everyone was silent while that was happening. Then one of the nurses
says, "Oh, beautiful Whateverhisnamewas. Good job."
Me: "Well, I'm sure glad to hear you say that."
Laughter
So
then I am laid back and the get to work putting the sheet over me and
making sure I'm good and totally numb before the catheter - I
specifically asked that they not touch me until I couldn't feel a
thing. And once the contractions went away I experienced a feeling of
euphoria. I didn't realize how tense I had been! I was almost giddy. I
asked them, "Is this what it feels like to have an epidural?" The
total absence of pain?
The sheer bliss? The little bit of cookiness? Because I got a little silly.
Jaren came in and they got started. I wanted to know if I could
have an IUD with my weirdie uterus. It was one of the things my doctor
was supposed to make note of when he got a good look inside. I held
Jaren's hand and just talked to him. Apparently the anesthetist had
just gone home an hour before and was tucked nicely in bed and then got
the phone call to come back because of me. He was grumpy and not very
happy with me. Hey! Not My Fault!
Right?
Right.
I was glad he didn't take it out on my spinal.
Maybe
that was what the nurse was worried about and when she saw he did a
nice normal insertion and I was going to have a pain free surgery she
exclaimed, "Beautiful! Good Job!"
He's not going to kill her.....
I was trying to listen to the conversation of the two doctors
cutting me open and finding out what my uter's looked like but I
couldn't hear much of it because people were talking around me. But Dr.
Jeppeson who was assisting did tell me that she was really glad I was
having my baby right now, because the date I was scheduled for (the 15th
of June) she was going to be gone and wouldn't be able to see my
awesome uterus split in half. It was a nice bit of funny during a
serious situation. I was glad to have made her dreams come true. I
hope she wasn't disappointed.
When they push on your stomach to push the baby down and out it
is terrible. And you are so sore and bruised for days afterwards. This
time it was so high up on my ribs I couldn't hardly breathe.
Jaren was watching them pull her out and it was so fun to hear
how excited he was. He took lots of pictures with Lindsey's camera (I
have yet to see any of them because Lindsey has her camera....). When
she came out he said, "Oh, she looks just like Naomi! She's
beautiful!" And then I heard a shrill scream. This wasn't a cry, it
was a bloody murder scream and it was the most beautiful sound I had
ever heard. I can't explain the feeling of total relief that I felt as
soon as she was out. It was like a massive weight off of my body and
mind. I can't exactly pinpoint why.
Jaren asked me if it was okay if he went with her. I don't even
know why he asked! I told him, "Shoo!" and off he went. So I laid
there and told Dr. Watson to give me a bit of a tummy tuck (take the old
scar off) and stitch up my abs and do a good job. He did all three. I
was so anxious to hear how much she weighed and when they told me 4 lbs
11 oz I was relieved. I thought it was going to be less. So here I
had a good sized baby for 34 weeks and a few hours and she could scream
and breathe on her own. I can't even remember what her APGAR was. 8 or
9 or 10. Something good. She was 17.5 inches long. One inch less
than Nae and over a pound less.
They found that my uterus is split basically exactly in half,
right down the middle and only connected by about half an inch or so at
the bottom. So, no IUD (dangit) and no wandering baby parts going from
one uter to the other during my pregnancy. Which was something I was
concerned about.
After they stitched me up and I went to recovery (Lindsey and
Nate came in and Lindsey told me about her, because she was able to go
see her) I was dying to see the baby. I had to wait until I could move
my toes and legs. I've never tried so hard to move my toes in my
life. It was so frustrating how long it took, but bless my nurses heart
at the faintest sign of movement she had Jaren get me up and help me
into a wheel chair so I could see my baby.
It was while the neonatologist from Idaho Falls was there. He
comes once a week on every Wednesday, so it just happened to be on the
day I had my baby. I could only look at her because she had an oxygen
thingy strapped to her face and up her nose. She was tiny and beautiful
and had a lot of dark hair and I couldn't get the blasted wheel chair
close enough! She was in an incubator and had tubes and an IV and all
sorts of things attached to her. I wanted to take them all off and hold
her and take care of her and take her home. It was the worst, most
helpless feeling of not being able to do a single thing. Nothing. I
couldn't even get close enough to reach my hand in and touch her. We
were told that it was probably going to take up to a week from her due
date till we could take her home. That was FIVE WEEKS AWAY. So
horrible. I understand it all, and that they didn't know what she was
capable of and had to be as vague as possible. But, uhg. I was
exhausted and in shock and starting to feel the pain from the surgery
and looking at my very tiny baby with a tube inside her and I couldn't
touch her.
They took me back to my room and I ate breakfast.... or lunch. I
can't remember. But I had to wait for help to get into the wheel chair
before I could go to the NICU and see her. So that day I went back and
forth the few times the nurse was able to take me. Jaren went home to
get clothes for Naomi and take a shower himself. I didn't sleep that
day. At around 5 p.m. Jaren came in to take me to the NICU and I was
able to hold her for the first time. The oxygen dealy was off. She was
so little. And looked just like Naomi, but with a different nose and
more hair.
I'll have to write about the rest of the hospital stay later.
And the NICU. This is plenty long enough. That night we named her.
Adalyn Mae
4 lbs 11 oz 17.5 inches long
After 17 Days in the NICU she came home at 5 lbs 3 oz.