Well, after a long break from my blog I decided to get back into things by sharing Weston's birth story with all of you (if anyone is even reading this)....
My Due date of August 5th came and went with no sign of Weston coming anytime soon. I had been dilated to 2-cm and was 50 % effaced for pretty much the last month of my pregnancy, I was sure I would go into labor right on time. But the Lord was continuing to teach me the importance of patience. Although I went into my 41st week of pregnancy I felt great and still loved being pregnant, I just wanted to hold my sweet boy in my arms. I had to go in for a Non-stress test on Friday, August 13th. We had our bags packed hoping they would just let me stay, but everything was perfect so they sent me home with an induction scheduled for August 15th at 5:30 am. I was not looking forward to having to get up that early! Patrick and I woke Saturday, planning to spend our last Saturday together with just the 2 of us laying around being lazy. I, however started to feel sick and just "weird", all I wanted to do was sleep. And I started to have painful (what I now know were real contractions) around 11. I wasn't convinced that I was actually in labor, so I didn't tell Patrick. I didn't want to get his hopes up again, and we had just been at the hospital the night before for my NST so I was convinced they would just go away. By 2:00 pm they were still going constantly so I decided to take a shower to see if they would go away. Well, that didn't work and they started to get closer, about 9 min. apart. So I started to get ready and decided it was time to let Patrick in on what was happening. He quickly go ready to go, finished packing the bag and called to let the family know it was time. By the time we were ready and the car was packed, the contractions were 5-6 minutes apart. So Patrick and my mom made me call the hospital to let them know we were coming. I still didn't believe I was actually in labor, so it took a bit of convincing to make the 40 minute drive to the hospital.
When we got to the hospital, the nurses at the front desk didn't think I was in actual labor, they said I was too "happy and smiley", but I guess I was just super excited to meet my little man. By the time I was admitted and checked at 7:00 I was 4-cm, 90% effaced and contractions were 3 minutes apart, which meant I got to stay! Yay! They ended up having to give me a little pitocin to help the contractions stay consistent. They offered the Epidural, but the contractions were still manageable so I decided to wait. Around 8:30, I was 6-cm, 100% effaced and they broke my water. That was probably the weirdest feeling ever, the midwife said I had a ridiculous amount of fluid. After that my contractions began to get really intense so I decided to get an epidural, which didn't end up working! I still felt every painful contraction! Such a bummer...and on top of that Weston's started to react badly to the labor. Apparently he missed all his water, because his heart rate started going crazy! They put me on oxygen to help, and had me turn from side to side. They brought in a Neonatal Doctor to watch his chart and the midwife checked me to see if it was time to push. It all happened so fast, it was sort of a blur....At 12:00 am they got everything ready, the room was filled with Nurses and doctors. Some for me and some from the NICU incase Weston needed extra care after he was delivered. I was nervous, and scared so they turned down his monitor so I wouldn't hear his heart rate dropping. I needed to focus completely on getting him out. I pushed through four contractions and he was out at 12:24 am! 8 pound, 8 ounces, 21 inches of perfect baby boy! It was the most incredible feeling to know that my son, the baby I had been carrying inside me for over 9 months was finally here. Even in all the craziness, Patrick got to cut the cord, they then took Weston over to the table to be examined. Despite all the problems during labor, he was perfectly fine! Scored a 9 on his apgar test, which is pretty darn good. The problem ended up with his umbilical cord. Apparently it was too short, so each contraction would make it pull on the placenta, and in turn cause stress on him. Crazy! After an hour of skin on skin with him, all the family got to come and meet him.
It was been six weeks since then and I adore my sweet boy! We have all adjust nicely to our new little family. And Weston is growing up so fast! We praise the Lord for giving us this precious child, and we pray that he grows to be a man that loves the Lord above all else.
