So where do I begin? I don't know, so I'll start with the week before he was born.
It was Friday. My grandmother went into the hospital on Thursday. She hadn't been doing well, and we knew she was pretty sick. I had a Dr's appt that morning. My doctor checked the position of the baby and she suspected he was breech. We did an ultrasound and discovered that he was breech, and that my fluid was on the low side. It was still normal, but low. I was not happy with this news because I knew it meant I might need a c-section. My Dr told me to rest, stay off of my feet, and drink A TON of water.
I left the appt, went outside, and called my parents to check on my grandmother. Sadly, I got the news that she was not expected to live through the weekend. This was devastating news because I knew there was no way I could be there. Thankfully, I took the day off of work, because later I had a Baby Care and Feeding class to take at the hospital. I did not take my Dr's advice to stay off of my feet and rest...I ended up wandering around the Upper West Side of Manhattan all afternoon. I just found out baby boy was breech and my grandmother was dying...pity party for me. One bright spot of the day was when I got Pinkberry and their computers were restarting, so they gave it to me for free. :)
Also, I had to go to the Baby Care and Feeding Class alone because Ryan just started a new job and couldn't take time off to attend. Which made me feel even more sorry for myself.
Saturday morning I received the call that my grandmother passed away.
We move forward with our day...Ryan ends up buying tons of meat and decides to grill and we have some friends over. Some other friends in our neighborhood are having a burger cook-off the next day, so we strategize our team name and theme for our burger.
On Sunday, we do a practice run for our burger, and prepare everything. (Notice there's not much resting going on here...)
We decide on a "Trailer Trash" theme. We did a Frito Chili Pie Burger with Tater Tots on the side. It was a meat patty, with homemade chili, Fritos, good shredded cheddar cheese, and fried pickles. It was pretty amazing if I do say so myself.
And yes, I made the little flags on top. :)
It was hot as blazes on the roof deck where the party was, so we asked to go first in the cook-off, and then I left.
Now, skip to Tuesday. I had a follow-up appt with my Dr to check on baby. He was still breech and my fluid was still normal, but low. We discussed trying to turn him, and also alternative methods (acupuncture, "home remedies", etc). We made an appt at the hospital to turn him for the next week (37 weeks), and she told me to rest, stay off of my feet, and keep drinking lots of fluids. I was able to take a bereavement day at work, so it was nice to take Tuesday to rest and sort of gather my thoughts.
Wednesday morning I left very early to go get my things at work so I could work from home for the next week. It was still really hot out, and I needed to avoid riding the subway in the heat, and going up and down all of the stairs in the stations.
Thursday morning at around 3:30am I woke up with a rock hard stomach. This wasn't a new feeling...I had been having these contractions off and on for a week or two. They were inconsistent, and didn't last long. But this time they lasted for about a minute, and came back every 5 minutes. I stayed up for about 45 minutes, made note of every contraction in my phone, and decided I should try to relax and go back to sleep. I got up at 6:45 and got in the shower. I was still having contractions. I mentioned them to Ryan and he suggested I call the Dr. I really thought it was nothing. It was too early. I was due in mid-August, and it was mid-July! I got ready and started working. I had a conference call and a project that needed to be done quickly. Around 10:00am or so, I decided to call the Dr. I was completely shocked when they said to go to the hospital.
So, I called Ryan in a panic. He was just as surprised as I was. I decided to quickly throw some things in a bag (thankfully I made a list of things to pack a few days before, so I could refer to that, and baby's bag was already packed). I drove myself into Manhattan (this shocks most people, but I didn't think much of it at the time) and picked up Ryan on the West Side Highway (he walked over from his office).
We drove up to the hospital and I got hooked up to the monitors and discussed my situation. My doctor called to let them know I was coming, so they were ready for me. We discussed trying to turn him, did ultrasounds, and monitored my contractions, which were getting stronger and coming closer together (but still weren't too painful, thankfully).
During this time we were letting everyone know that I was at the hospital. I was emailing work, and I found out that they were throwing me a surprise shower that afternoon! I was sorry to miss it.
At some point someone made the decision that I was indeed in labor, and we were having a baby. It was confusing because we were talking to nurses, high-risk Drs (to discuss turning him), anesthesiologist, Drs, etc. It was determined that trying to turn him would most likely be unsuccessful (he was on the bigger side, my fluid was low, etc), so I was scheduled to go in for a c-section. We got there around 11:00am, and this was decided on around 2:00pm, maybe? We were told the Dr on call from my practice would be there at 3:30, but we still waited around for a long time. Apparently there was an emergency c-section that had to go in, so we were pushed back. We were considered to be somewhat urgent because they didn't want me to progress too much, but we weren't an emergency, thank goodness.
I have no idea what time we went back. It was all a blur. I just know I walked into this big white room with a ton of machines, etc., and they started putting stickers and wires all over me and prepping me for the spinal. It was a little much for someone that has never has a stitch in her life. The resident that was there and helped me with the spinal told me I looked nervous...and yes, I was.
The anesthesiologist got everything ready and I laid down. I got very light-headed, then nauseous. They gave me oxygen to help with it. They also noticed my IV wasn't working very well, so the anesthesiologist decided to give me a new one. After 4 or 5 tries, he put it in. Ouch. (This resulted in the worst black yucky bruise on my arm.)
Then Ryan came in! Yay! We just chatted as they cut me open. :)
They let Ryan stand up and see when our little guy was
yanked from my innards pulled out at 6:39pm. All that Ryan said was "He is small." That kind of freaked me out. Then I didn't hear the baby cry right away and that freaked me out too. But not to worry...everything was fine. He started crying and they let Ryan go over to see him. I was left with a curtain in front of my face and I couldn't see anything! I could hear someone talking to Ryan, so I started yelling to Ryan to take video! I didn't want to miss anything!
I heard them say his weight- 6lbs 13oz! Not so small after all!
After a few minutes they brought him over to me, and Ryan got to hold him next to me. My first thought was that he looked like Ryan! I don't think I'll ever forget seeing that sweet face for the first time. We just chatted and admired our handsome boy while they closed me up. It was very surreal and weird that my surgery was happening on one side of the curtain and we were with our baby on the other.
After they were done, we went to recovery and this is when things start to get fuzzy for me. It was just right across the hall from the operating room. Ryan and the baby came with me. While we were in there we texted (I say "we"...I mean Ryan!) our families to let them know that our sweet baby Will was here! No one knew his name until he was born. We actually decided on his middle name either in the operating room or recovery room...I can't remember. I finally got to hold Will which was such a great moment! I never really imagined what it would be like if I had a c-section. He was furiously sucking on his thumb, so they asked if I wanted to nurse him, and I did. He did great. We were here for awhile, then it was off to a room.
They rolled me down a hall and into a giant elevator and to my room. Ryan and Will went to the nursery. Once I got to my room they had to move me to another bed. They rolled my bed next to the other bed and I had to use my arms to help ease myself over. I could barely feel my lower half, and I was convinced I was going to split my incision open by doing this, and I was terrified. Surprisingly, I was fine, and I got settled in. After a bit Ryan and Will came back. We got to have a little bit more family time and then Ryan had to leave. I had a shared room, so that means no overnight guests.
Overnight they brought Will to me to eat, but he couldn't room with me yet because I couldn't get out of bed. I learned that my roommate was bottle feeding and sent her baby to the nursery all night. I felt bad disturbing her every few hours, but I was also a little jealous that she could just send her baby to the nursery and sleep! Will did great nursing overnight, and we couldn't wait till Dad was able to come back! We were texting through most of the night...neither of us was getting much sleep. ;)
Ryan came back in the morning. We hung out together and had a good morning of check-ups from various Drs and nurses. At one point we noticed that Will had a dirty diaper, so we told the nurse. She pointed to the drawers in the bassinet and said "The diapers are in there" and started to walk out of the room. Ha! We quickly stopped her! Ryan had never changed a diaper and I couldn't get out of bed...we needed some help!
Ryan's mom arrived that afternoon, and thankfully we were moved to a private room...or as my hospital calls it "The VIP Suite". It was sooo very different than the shared room! We had our own mini fridge with drinks, and I got to order my food for every meal and it was brought in on a cart with a white table cloth with covered dishes! Ha! It was quite an upgrade! It was an upgrade in price too, but we decided it was worth it after my old roommate had 5 people come visit with pizzas. It was awkward in that tiny shared room. The first night I ordered creme brûlée for dessert, and I was afraid of what hospital creme brûlée would taste like...but it was GOOD!
So, to make a super long story short...we were in the hospital until Sunday, then we came home! I had the sweetest little smocked outfit for him that was way too big on him, and it just reminded me how those things don't matter. He still looked precious...even if it looked like he was wearing a dress. Will just turned 1 month old, and he is perfect! He went to the Dr and he now weighs 9lbs 6oz! We couldn't love him more. He is a very, very good baby, and we are so lucky.
Will- 3 days old
Will- 1 month, 2 days old