It has been a while since I was last here, and that is for good reason. Life has been a little busy here lately.
When I went to the doctor in the middle of December I got scheduled for a C-Section on January 4th. I was put in high risk because of my seizures and ended up having to go to the Dr twice a week, once to get an ultrasound to make sure little man was good and the other one was to monitor the contractions and his heart rate.
My Dr knew that I had asked around the 12 week mark if I could have him on December 31. I used to work with a guy that was born on the first, and he said it was absolute torture. I was wanting December 31st because everyone in the world celebrates to bring in the New Year, and it would also work out with our sports schedule – I know I am not normal. Everyone else thought I wanted that day for tax purposes…that never even crossed my mind.
December 30th the Titans played the Colts at home. December 31st Vanderbilt was playing UNC Asheville which I was fine with missing that one, and they started SEC games earlier than normal with Ole Miss on the 5th. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make that one.
When the Titans were playing the Colts the game got flexed to Sunday night since both teams were playing for a playoff spot. I wasn’t going to miss this game, even though I was 38 weeks and some change pregnant. This was a HUGE game. The game was a let down to say the least. We ended up losing, and it was not in a pretty fashion. We got home around 1 AM on December 31st.
That night while sleeping I started having some pretty strange pains that woke me up. They weren’t pleasant at all, and I knew they weren’t contractions. I went back and forth in my head if I was even going to wake Dustin up and have us go to the hospital. I decided since I had a Dr’s appointment first thing in the morning that I would be fine. I get up after minimal amount of sleep to get dressed, and I talked with Dustin to see if he wanted to go to this appointment with me.
I thought I was getting an ultrasound on this one to see how big he was going to be before we met him on Friday. (I ended up being wrong about that – it was just to monitor little man.) We decided that he would go with me to this appointment, and then we would go out to eat for breakfast afterwards, do a little shopping, and just have a little “us” time before there was no more “us” time.
When we arrived at the Dr office they called me back pretty quickly. They took my blood pressure before they hooked me up to the monitor…it was slightly elevated. I think it was 135/92. I had my twenty minutes of listening to contractions and heart beat, and then got to go back to the regular room. I got my blood pressure taken again and it was 142/85. The nurse made a comment about it, but I didn’t think anything about it. In walks the Dr, and said “let’s have a baby today”. Dustin said the look on my face was priceless. I even asked the Dr if she was joking. She wasn’t. She asked me when the last time I ate was, and told us she was calling labor and delivery so they had a room waiting on us.
Talk about major panic mode setting in. I was not mentally prepared for this…I was mentally prepared for him to come on Friday. We end up at the hospital, and the poor girl that took our information wasn’t very good at listening because she sent me to the ER area instead of sending me up to labor and delivery. In the ER they were going to run a bunch of lab work to see about preeclampsia. Luckily I stopped that, and my room was ready.
Once up there we were told I would have my C-Section around 3. They decided to move it up to 2. They took me back, and gave me a spinal tap. The guy that was helping with it had a Texas Rangers lanyard on, and I made a terrible joke. Then he told me he was a Cowboys fan, and I told him I couldn’t talk to him anymore. Spinal taps are no joke…my feet went numb almost immediately. They let Dustin in the room in his nice little surgical scrubs. They told him I was cracking jokes, and he threw me under the bus telling them I was nervous. They realized that once they saw my heart rate at approximately 115.
It was go time. Little man arrived at 2:39 PM on December 31. He was 10 lbs 5 oz, and was 21 1/4 inches long. The Dr told us after the fact that the nice man with the Rangers lanyard on had to push him out of me because he was so large. They also hadn’t seen a baby that big in a long time so the nurses were trying to guess how big he was. One nurse came super close – she said 10 lbs 6 oz.
By far this has been the best NYE ever! I wouldn’t change it for the world. The running joke now is that the Titans sent me into labor – which it probably did have a little bit to do with it. He is almost a month old now, and we are kinda settling into a routine. He is still a chunkster, and is super long. We are on our way out of 0-3 month clothing on our way to 3-6 months. He is in the 90% + in all categories. Here’s to the next 18 years of sleepless nights with this nugget!!