I had one HPT left last fall and after so many negatives I didn't have my hopes up. I had taken a test a week earlier and it had a faint almost invisible second line (so faint that you really had to strain to see it). So I figured this one would be the same, telling me I "failed" once again. Imagine my surprise when the test turned positive! AHHHHH! I almost fell over!
I had so many ideas of how I wanted to tell Alan but I couldn't keep that secret locked up for very long! So I just simply asked him if he thought the baggy shirt I was wearing would fit me during strawberry season (May-June). He looked puzzled for a moment... then with a big smile he said "Well its about time!" ha ha! We decided to only tell close family and friends and kept the secret from the world until we KNEW we would be in the safe zone.
As time progressed, the only sickness I felt was when I was hungry or ate a banana (don't know why the banana made me sick but it got me every time!) I didn't have as many head aches like I did with Rhya and my sleep patterns were fairly normal. Alan and I decided early on we wanted to know what we were having partially because I like to prepare and I am impatient when it comes to baby! Ha ha! Right around Christmas we found out we were having a little boy! We were happy either way but we really wanted a boy since we already had a girl!
We were referred to see MFM or Maternal fetal medicine (Whom we saw many, MANY times with Rhya) because our doctor saw a dark spot on our little guys heart. They said it could be nothing but they would rather be proactive about it if it was serious. When we saw the specialist Isaac's heart was fine but they found that one side of his brain had more fluid than the other. Normal fluid levels were between .1 and .5 if I understand correctly. The fluid level in his brain measured at a .9 and anything over 1 they call serious. We were right on the verge of serious.
More appointments were set up and we went faithfully every month to check his brain fluid levels and growth. It wasn't until week 38 that they determined he was normal. What a relief!
Our C-section was scheduled for Wednesday May 16th at 3:30 pm and my nerves the week before were high! I think Rhya sensed that I was nervous because she seemed to clam down and wasn't as testy as she normally is. We finally finished Isaac's room and our downstairs living room just in time! Now all we need are photos and decor to hang on the walls!
My cell phone rang bright and early Tuesday morning around 7 am and the nurse informed me that the 8:30 am c-section for Wednesday morning was open since the woman had her baby Monday so I could have that spot if I wanted it! Alan and I both jumped on the chance and began to make the last minute details (since we had planned for the afternoon surgery time). Now I was definitely starting to get anxious... Who wouldn't? In a little over 24 hours I was for sure going to be having our little boy! We didn't even have a name for him yet!
I began to pray and pray hard. For peace, for strength, for Rhya and Alan and for our sweet little boy. My list went on and on... There were/are many things that can go wrong when having a baby let alone major abdominal surgery. Yet there are many things that can go right! I needed to focus on the important thing! Praising God for this little bundle of joy no matter what the circumstances!
A verse that fit perfectly is John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.
I slept better that night than I had in a long time... At least I didn't mind getting out of bed at 4:30 am. So maybe it was just the adrenalin. I was packed and ready to go so once I showered I decided I would edit a few photos from a newborn shoot a week earlier! What a way to get me in the baby mood! Ha ha! Alan picked strawberries until 6 am and we headed for the hospital at 6:30.
It wasn't until we were putting our shoes on to walk out the door when Alan and I both decided Isaac Ray would be our little boys name! Way to procrastinate! I know!
Once all the paper work was filed I was walked back to the prep room where I waited about an hour until Alan could join me. They started my I.V. and countless questions answered before we got the go ahead to head to the surgery room around 9! I was more nervous about the spinal than the actual surgery! Alan was a pro! Carrying the camera (which I talked him into!) to catch those special moments! He half panicked at first because he thought I wanted him to take photos of the actual surgery! Poor guy! I reassured him I didn't want to see my insides and I'm sure no one else did either!
Once the spinal was in it didn't take long for the doctor to say "Congrats on your baby boy" and then we heard his loud cry! I remember asking if he had hair, how much he weighed and how tall he was! The nurses were wonderful! (Doctors to!)
Alan and Isaac were able to come to the recovery room with me (something Rhya and Alan didn't/couldn't do). I was much more relaxed, everything wasn't rushed and honestly I actually enjoyed the experience... (other than the pain from surgery and the after effects from the antibiotics). God gave me the peace and strength I needed!
Praises to God for this beautiful little boy!
It wasn't until we were putting our shoes on to walk out the door when Alan and I both decided Isaac Ray would be our little boys name! Way to procrastinate! I know!
Once all the paper work was filed I was walked back to the prep room where I waited about an hour until Alan could join me. They started my I.V. and countless questions answered before we got the go ahead to head to the surgery room around 9! I was more nervous about the spinal than the actual surgery! Alan was a pro! Carrying the camera (which I talked him into!) to catch those special moments! He half panicked at first because he thought I wanted him to take photos of the actual surgery! Poor guy! I reassured him I didn't want to see my insides and I'm sure no one else did either!
Once the spinal was in it didn't take long for the doctor to say "Congrats on your baby boy" and then we heard his loud cry! I remember asking if he had hair, how much he weighed and how tall he was! The nurses were wonderful! (Doctors to!)
Alan and Isaac were able to come to the recovery room with me (something Rhya and Alan didn't/couldn't do). I was much more relaxed, everything wasn't rushed and honestly I actually enjoyed the experience... (other than the pain from surgery and the after effects from the antibiotics). God gave me the peace and strength I needed!
Praises to God for this beautiful little boy!
