I really should’ve taken my own advice when I wrote the post “Expect the unexpected.”
Things are about to get a little TMI so if you have a weak stomach or just don’t like talking about birth…. we’ll maybe this isn’t the blog for you.
It was a Wednesday evening, Jaxon and I had just got home from having dinner with some friends. He was exhausted and fell asleep in my arms on the couch. I remember thinking in that moment that we only had 12 days left just the 2 of us.
Boy was I wrong.
I went to bed that night with what I thought were Braxton hicks contractions. They had started really early on in my pregnancy so I grew to just ignore them.
At 2:50am I was woken up by how strong my contractions had become, but I still didn’t think anything of it. I was only 36 weeks pregnant!
As I was laying awake in bed a felt a gush, you know, down there.. in my head I thought “awesome, I just peed myself” which is a pretty common occurance when I’m pregnant if we’re being honest. I went to the bathroom and when I sat down I noticed blood. I called the on-call nurse at my OBGYN’s office and she told me to go get checked.
At this point I still didn’t think I was in labor. Wrong. Again.
I woke my husband up and told him he had to take my to the hospital.
“What? Why?” was his still half asleep response.
It took us maybe 10 minutes to get ready and get in the car. Thank God my father in-law was here because we had no one we could’ve called at 3am to watch Jaxon!
The hospital is about 30 minutes from our house with traffic, since it was 3am we made it in about 15.
By the time we got to the hospital my contractions were less than a minute apart. It took me probably close to 15 minutes to change into the hospital gown because of how slow I was moving through each contraction.
The nurse came in to check my dilation and she started to giggle
“What?” I said
“You’re 9 1/2 centimeters!”
“WHAT?! No, Avery, I can’t do this” I looked at my husband so scared.
I was about to panic. I wanted an epidural so bad! Thanks be to God they still gave me one, which was very surprising, but hey I’m not complaining.
Once the epidural was in they swung my legs around into the stirrups and I started pushing.
Yep, just that fast.
2 pushes and out came our beautiful baby boy! 4:47am on Thursday August 17th!
They whisked him away almost immediately and took him to the NICU waiting for the helicopter transport to come take him to the hospital in Denver where his surgeon was waiting.
Luckily the nurse I had likes to break the rules a little bit, she threw me in a wheelchair as fast as she could so I could go be with our baby. I got to be with him for a few minutes before the transport team showed up. Let me tell you I will cherish those few minutes forever.
Once they took him away it became my goal to get discharged from the hospital as soon as possible so I could go be with him in Denver. Thankfully my doctor was amazing and knew how badly I wanted to be with my baby so I was discharged just a few hours after giving birth.
To say it was a rollercaoster of emotions that day would be an understatement. While I was making my way to Denver, Deckard was going under the knife for the first time; which at the time we didn’t know if it would be his first and last time or the first of many surgeries to come…
Looking back on that day now it’s still a little unbelievable to me how everything went down. I was in shock for most of that day and had no clue what the following days would look like for me or Deckard.
Now this was only the beginning of our journey! I will be posting more soon, all about our NICU stay and so much more, so check back for updates on our gastroschisis miracle baby.
Thanks for reading!