Last Picture as a Family of 3
The day had finally come.
We got to the hospital at 6:30am... it was so weird just showing up at the hospital and walking in like, "Hi, we're here to have a baby." I was very nervous - never nervous about the actual labor and delivery, just nervous about whether or not the baby and I would be okay.
So... we waited.
My mom and stepdad got there soon after the pitocen and, again, I immediately felt more at ease with them in the room. We talked, I breathed through contractions, we watched tv, I breathed through contractions.
My sister returned with her three kiddos in tow, and the delivery room became pretty busy pretty quickly. I loved it! It distracted me from my nerves, from the pain of the labor, from the reality of what was about to happen. But then we got in trouble, because apparently I missed the memo where kids under 12 weren't allowed in the delivery room unless they were siblings. So, the Lutons unfortunately had to relocate to the waiting room.
And FYI, we had opted to keep CK at home with my sister-in-law and mother-in-law all day on Wednesday. We did this for a few reasons... We weren't sure how long the process would take and didn't want her sitting around the hospital for hours. Also, we wanted to make sure "Rocky" and I were both okay before we brought her around. And lastly, we felt this baby deserved to be the center of our universe on his/her birthday - we wanted Wednesday to be all about him/her. :) I am so incredibly thankful to have had CK in such good care. We received a lot of pictures of our girl throughout the day, and I knew she was in the best possible hands.
All was well... and then it wasn't. The nurse came in with a concerned look on her face and told me we needed to get me on oxygen and change positions asap. The baby's heart rate had dropped from the 140s to the 80s. I knew that wasn't good. And then, all of a sudden, I felt so weird. And nauseous - oooooh the nausea. I had an oxygen mask on and a throw-up bag and I was so scared for our baby. At this point it was just T and me in the room - he was by my side, squeezing my hand and assuring me everything would be okay. They pumped some Zofran into my IV which worked quickly, thank goodness. So the nausea subsided and with a few positions changes the baby's heart rate came back up. Of course, I then wept from the worry that had gripped my heart during those tense minutes... it was exactly what I had been fearful of during the weeks that led up to the birth - so scared that something would still go wrong.
The doctor came in and checked me again, and I was 7cm. Good progress! I finally felt well enough to have some of our family come back into the room... my hub's mom and stepdad brought dinner so everyone ate and hung out in the room and I basically just focused on my ice chips and the baby's heart rate on the monitor. I guess there was a change in the heart rate again, because the nurse busted up the McDonalds party and said she needed to check me because the baby seemed to be distressed again.
So a little after 9:00pm, T stuck his head outside of our door and said to our anxiously awaiting family: "It's go time."
All of a sudden, I was completely overcome with nerves. Literally shaking in fear and anticipation. And the nausea came back. And I was the most thirsty I had ever been in my whole life. It was all so weird. With another throw-up bag in tow, I was given a second dose of Zofran to curb the nausea. It completely caught me off guard... how nervous I was. T held my hand and I just kept telling him, "I'm so scared." Again, I wasn't scared of the pushing or the delivery, I just wanted our baby to be okay.
The nurse paged our doctor to tell her it was time and got the room "delivery-ready." This meant breaking down the bed, turning on these huge ceiling spotlights, and setting up a mirror (my request).
Then, the nurse said we should try a practice push while we waited for Dr. T. It's funny, trying to push when the entire bottom half of your body is completely numb. I literally couldn't feel a thing. But, one practice push and the nurse said, "Ok STOP! The baby is right here. We gotta get the doctor here quick or I'm going to be delivering this baby without her."
"Did you see hair?!" I asked.
"I did!" She said.
Finally Dr. T showed up and it really was go-time. I pushed three times through a contraction, and the head was almost out. And yes, I watched it all in the mirror and y'all - it was probably the coolest experience of my entire life. So once the head was almost out, the heart rate started dropping, and it started dropping fast. In the 70s and 80s. The doctor said maybe the baby was just behind the pelvic bone, but I could see the look of concern on both her and the nurse's face.
"Ok," Dr. T said, "We can't wait for the next contraction. We need to get this baby out now. Push."
So that's what I did. I pushed with all my might, closing my eyes from the effort but also trying to peek in the mirror and watch my progress. I could see the baby coming, which motivated me to keep the push going, even though I had no breath. But I didn't care, I knew that for the baby's sake, I had to keep pushing and not stop, and that was all the motivation I needed. I couldn't feel any pain, but I could feel pressure mounting and knew I was almost done. All of a sudden, I felt the relief of pressure and looked up and immediately saw all I needed to see. I looked over at T, and by the light in his eye I knew he'd seen it, too...
IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We both exclaimed simultaneously.
We were both so shocked, so excited.
It literally felt like a dream.
They immediately put him on my chest, a moment I had always wanted to experience. I remember thinking he was so warm, and so, so perfect. "Hey buddy, hey buddy" was all I could muster as I was lying there in total disbelief while T cut the cord...
We had a son.
I have never, ever in my life seen my husband so overjoyed. Of course he was happy when CK was born, and was completely taken over by his emotions when we had her. But now, he was in total disbelief that he had a son - he honestly didn't think he'd ever have a little boy, and I could see so many dreams coming true just by the look in his eyes.
Everette Lawrence Peele
Named after his great-grandfather, Lawrence Everette.
And his daddy and PaPa, who are both Terry Everette.
20.5" long, 9lbs 15oz.
Born at 9:41pm on Wednesday, November 5th, 2014
One more ounce and he would've been in double-digits! And he was a week early!!
I looked over at T and he was texting. "What in the world are you doing?!" I asked.
"I have to tell my dad, he has to be the first to know." he replied. :)
They finally gave me my baby back, my little boy, my son. We did skin-to-skin for awhile, and T and I just kept looking at each other -- we didn't have to speak, we knew exactly what the other was thinking.
Once everyone had gotten in their hugs and kisses, it was just me, my hub, and our son.
Sometime after midnight, we were relocated to a room where we continued to stare at each other in disbelief. Y'all, we were so happy. I can't even put it into words. It was like every single worry, hardship, tear, disappointment, heartbreak of the past two years came together and told the story of how we met our son, our Everette. Of how our family was completed. Of how 3 became 4 and how we knew we've been through all we've been through because God knew we needed this baby, this child, this perfect miracle.
And let me tell you, a miracle he is.
You see, when he was born there was an audible gasp from both the doctor and nurse.
"A complete knot in the umbilical cord... wow." I heard someone say.
One look at the doctor's face told us this could have and in most cases would have had a much different ending.
"This happens in about 1 out of every 2,000 births."
That's what they told us.
That is why, they said, his heart rate kept dropping.
That is why he is our "Rocky," our fighter, our gift from God, our miracle. A little guy I am already so proud to call my son.
I can't think too much about that umbilical cord, or the implications of what could-have-been... but I can thank YOU for the prayers because there is no doubt that God had his hand in making sure that Everette is here, and that he is okay.
"For this child, I prayed..." (1 Samuel 27)
On November 5th at 9:41pm, my whole world changed. My heart met the piece it has been missing, our family of 3 became 4, my husband met his son, my sweet CK became a big sister...
Everette Lawrence, we've been waiting a long time to meet you, and you've been worth the wait. I love you so much, buddy, and it is already a joy and privilege being your mama. You are an answered prayer, an absolute dream come true, a gift from above. God has big plans for you, my boy, and I can't wait to watch life unfold through your eyes. <3