week thirty two

around noon is when things began. i was taking a quick nap before my friend arrived, when i woke myself up with a sharp pain in my abdomen. didn't think anything of it, and visited with my friend as we enjoyed topper pizza & styxs she brought and watched Frozen together. an hour or two later i was having mild pressure again like i did last wednesday night when i was admitted to the hospital. they happened every 4 to 7 minutes and i had to hold my breathe for less than a minute when they occurred. the nurses were made aware of this and had the monitors on my belly constantly watching my contractions and baby's heart rate. my friend left a couple hours later and my contractions were still there. i turned on the FX channel and watched Captain America and Iron Man 2, to keep my mind at ease. i thought to myself, there is no way i'll be able to sleep through these tonight. my parents were coming up to visit, regardless of what my current situation was. and they got there around 8pm. it was then my contractions were every 3 minutes apart and getting a bit more intense. i had a bit more bleeding then i normally was having all week and passed a couple more blood clots. the doctor was notified and he came into the room an hour later. just after he ok'd me to have a solid food dinner, because i wasn't allowed anything after i ate that afternoon. i scarfed down my grilled ham & cheese sandwich and french fries as fast as i could before i was told if i had to take it away.

the doctor came in and explained to myself and my parents that with how the way things were progressing the entire day, he doesn't want to wait too much longer. if they do, i could be at risk to hemorrhaging. so it was then he mentioned if it'd be okay if we delivered. the look on my parents face was surprised, they weren't expecting to meet their grandchild that night. it was then my mom put on her scrubs outfit and i updated my husband through a facebook message. because of the time difference, he was fast asleep but getting close to the time he was about to wake up. the last thing i wrote to him before they wheeled me to the operating room was "it's go time". not a minute later, he luckily checked his computer and facetimed my phone immediately. my mom held onto my phone as they brought me into the operating room. i was so scared, but trying to be as calm as possible. all i kept thinking was, oh my gosh we are actually having our baby already. i was put on the table and given the injection to numb everything from the chest down from the anesthesiologist. thankfully i had to great nurses working that night and they were there to hold my hand and keep me calm. i was so paranoid i was going to be able to feel something, so every minute i'd tell the anesthesiologist that i could still feel my leg, i could still move my toes... once everything was into my system, she asked me "whitney do you feel any sharp pains, like a knife jabbing you?" the look i gave her was one where i had no idea what the heck she was talking about, i didn't feel a thing. thankfully, but i immediately thought, is there a knife jabbing me right now? not a minute later they were ready to go. my mom was brought into the room with my phone in hand. my husband was still on the phone, he didn't go into work that morning and was there to "see" it all.

it was then i heard this tiny little scream. i turned to my phone and asked my husband "hey guess what? you're a dad!" the look on his face was one i won't ever forget. that smile was so wide. my mom i could tell was nervous for me, always clutching my open hand, i was so thankful that she was there with me. she finally got to find out if she had a granddaughter or a grandson. she was thrilled to find out it was a healthy baby boy! he's lungs needs some kick start, and so they wheeled him into the NICU. but just before they were out the operating room doors, the NICU doctor lifted his head up to show me his face, and just as he was about to put him back down he opened up his eyes. all i could see were a huge pacifier that covered up almost his entire face.

once i was all stitched up they brought be back to the room. my dad was waiting outside the entire time and he waited around until after midnight but he still weren't quite ready to be seen yet. so my dad left, and the look on his face was sooo bummed, i could tell he really wanted to see his first grandchild. finally after 2:30 in the morning my mother and i went to see the little guy. he was hooked up to all sorts of tubes and IVs, and i was still hopped up on pain medication but i remember thinking 1. "holy crap, you look huge for just being in momma's belly" and 2. "holy crap, i have a kid. you are mine."  that night my mom and i didn't get much sleep, with the nurses coming in every half hour, hour, and such to check on me and my stomach. but early that morning we made our baby announcement public.