How He Has Grown
1 pm We went to get my routine ultrasound (only about the 20th one I had). The tech casually says the baby had turned breach and goes on with the ultrasound. She stops the ultrasound and leaves the room. She comes back in about 10 minutes later and tells us to go see our doctor. OK, by this time we are freaked out because we don't know what is going on. Even though the doctor is downstairs, I'm in tears by the time we get there. The doctor comes in and says my amniotic fluid is really low and I have to deliver that night. Oh my gosh, you have to be kidding me!!!! On top of that, he is breach so I have to have a c-section. By this time we are both in shock. I can't believe this is happening and Erick is sitting there in a daze. I tell the doctor that I am not even packed yet (since I thought I still had 4 weeks to go). Thank goodness I had at least got the bag out of the basement and started throwing things on top of it. . . oh, and I had a list. Thank goodness for the list, because I would have never been able to remember what I needed with me. So, the doc tells us to go home, pack, and come back to Labor and Delivery. I'm still sitting there thinking "Oh my goodness. . . oh my goodness . . . oh my goodness. I'm having him tonight. I'm not ready for this." I get up to leave and Erick is still sitting there. "Come on, lets go." He couldn't even get up out of the chair he was so in shock. We finally leave and are headed home. The conversation in the car consisted of "We need to call my mom and dad and your mom and dad." OK, now that is done. Next on the agenda, what in the world are we going to name him. We had narrowed the list down to about 5 names, but, once again, thought we had another 4 weeks to decide. We pull in the drive. . . no name yet. There is a box on the porch, wonder what that is. A baby present from my aunt and uncle. . . a bassinet. Perfect timing, it only has to be put together now. No time for that, gotta pack and go. OK, throw this in the bag. . . and this. . . and this. . . and this. Don't know what in the world to pack for the baby that will fit. I figured I'd have an 8 or 9 pound baby, I don't have anything preemie size. Don't forget a couple of blankets to get Wesley's smell on to send home for the pets to get used to him. Oh, the car seat. . . we haven't even had it checked by the fire station. Pack it too, we'll figure that out later. Camera, don't forget the camera. Call dad to bring the camcorder too. Oh, the house is a mess and the dishes need done. We don't have time, they will have to wait. I'm hungry, I need something to eat. I grab a sandwich, grab my bag, and head out the door. "Oh my goodness. . . oh my goodness. . . oh my goodness." I'm freaking out again, I can't believe I skipped the birthing class on c-sections. "I don't need information on c-sections. . . I'll skip this class. . . I won't end up needing a c-section." Big mistake!!!! OK, back to the important stuff. What are we going to name him? No, I don't like that. . . no. . . no. . . no. . . oh no, the baby shower is tomorrow!!!!!" I totally forgot about that. Mom had asked me what I would do if I went into labor early and would have to miss the shower. "Oh, that won't happen. I'll have plenty of time after the shower before I have him." Mistake #2. Mom was right (aren't they always). I guess Erick will have to go and open presents. "What do I do?" he asks (Being a man who normally doesn't go to baby showers and doesn't really know what happens at them). My response. . . "Go, sit, smile, open presents, say thank you." Easy enough. OK, that is taken care of. . . back to a name. Finally, Erick says it is his grandpa's birthday today. Let's make his middle name Warren then, in honor of his grandpa. OK, what goes with Warren? How about Wesley? Wesley Warren, that sounds pretty good. We didn't realize his grandpa's middle name was Wesley. So, it ends up that we named him Wesley Warren and his grandpa's name is Warren Wesley. Pretty cool, huh? That is settled then. 4 pm OK, we get to the hospital, park on the second floor parking, and make that dreadful (yet, exciting) walk to Labor and Delivery. We go through all of the rituals (paperwork, get undressed, get IV's, wait, wait, wait). Remember that sandwich I ate back at the house, well, I guess I wasn't supposed to do that. Oops! Mistake #3. Great, I have to wait another 6 hours to have him now. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, walk down the hall to the waiting room, wait, wait, watch tv, drool over the food and drinks my family have, wait, wait, walk back and check on the time, walk back and watch tv, wait, wait, get told it is time. "Oh my goodness. . . oh my goodness. . . oh my goodness." It is time. Yeah!!!! No!!!!!! I'm not ready to have a baby yet. Finally, I get moved to a real room. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Here is a nurse, maybe it is finally time. Oh, great, I get a catheter. OW!!!!!! That hurt. Wait, wait, wait, wait. OW!!!!!!!!!! What was that? (Cringe, grimace) Breathe I tell myself. Breathe. . . breathe. But, I haven't practiced that yet. . . I still have 4 weeks to go. I was having labor pains. The catheter was starting labor pains. They were small, but, man, they hurt. I'm kind of glad to be having a c-section now. 10:00 pm The nurse comes in again. . . maybe it is FINALLY time. "Mrs. Oshel, we had to bump you. Someone else has to have an emergency c-section who has been in labor for a while." Noooooooooo, I have to wait some more? 11:00 pm "Aren't they done yet? How long does a c-section take?" The nurse replies that it takes my doctor about 10 minutes to do one. This doctor, he hasn't done as many. I can tell, it is taking forever. 11:30 pm We have 30 minutes to have him on Grandpa's birthday. 12:00 midnight "We missed Grandpa's birthday. What is taking them so long?" 1:00 am "Doesn't this doctor know what he is doing?" 1:10 am "Mrs. Oshel, we are ready for you now. Mr. Oshel, they will take you to get changed." So, they wheel me down the hall to the operating room. They tell me they are going to give me an epidural so I don't feel the c-section. Poke. . . poke. . . poke. . . poke (grimace, cringe). . . poke. . . poke. . . "Do you feel anything?" Yes, I feel you stabbing me with that needle. Yes, I still feel everything. Don't you know what you are doing? Poke. . . poke. . . poke. I am serious, they tried about 20 times to give me the epidural in my back. I still felt everything. My head is running through scenarios that they are going to cut into me and I can still feel everything. By this time, I'm starting to panic. They won't let Erick come into the room until they get the epidural working, so I'm pretty much by myself. "Mrs. Oshel, we can't get the epidural to work." Really? I thought this was supposed to happen. . . that you were supposed to try 20 times.
You can see all the little needle holes in a circle pattern on my back.
"We are going to have to put you to sleep." Noooooooo! That means Erick won't get to come in now. Can I tell him I love him? The next thing I remember is the nurse coming and squeezing my throat and I was gone. Erick had to watch through a small window in the operating room door. The rest is kind of blurry, I have to watch the videos to see what happened. I guess Wesley came out screaming. At 1:32 am (it took my doctor about 10 minutes as I was told it would) I had Wesley. A 4 lb 14 oz bundle of joy. I guess I finally came to about 4 in the morning and they brought Wesley to me. They say you don't really know what it is like to be a parent until you have a kid. That feeling came across me and I finally knew what people were talking about. He is so small. The next few days were quite a blur. Erick went to the baby shower on about 1 hour of sleep. We had the best nurses who took their time to answer all our questions and show us how to do everything. (We had not been through the Baby Basics class yet, it was supposed to be Monday night and Wesley was born on Friday morning.) I went through those stages of feeling helpless, scared, worried, depressed. Post-partum depression does happen and it is scary. I can't imagine being these women who don't get help. Well, it is Monday now and time to go home. I guess we'd better call and tell the hospital we won't be at the Baby Basics class. I'm not ready to go home yet. Can I do this myself? I'm so scared and definately not ready to be on my own with Wesley. Here, sign this. . . and this. . . and this. . . and this. OK, you're free to go home now. Well, this was about 1 pm. Wesley needs fed now. . . now he needs changed. . . he's hungry again. . . he is screaming uncontrollably, what is wrong?. . . he threw up. . . he needs changed again. . . what, he is hungry?. . . well, this went on and on and it seems we could not get out of the hospital. At about 9 pm we finally left the hospital to go home. It only took 8 hours. . . is this what life is going to be like? I'll never get anything done if that's the case. Wait, we have to stop at the pharmacy and get some medicine. Wait, wait, wait. 11 pm We arrive at home. Wow, someone has put together the bassinet. . . and, cleaned the house. Remember the bassinet we just got and the mess we left, well, my brother and sister-in-law came over and put it together and cleaned the house for us. What a blessing!!!!! I finally got to look at the baby presents we received at the shower. We put Wesley down, played with the animals, and got ready for bed ourselves. We finally made it to bed. Ohhhhhhhhh, our bed feels so good. Good night Erick. . . good night Jo. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaaaaaa! Wesley is ready to be fed again. . . I guess it has been 3 hours already. And, the rest is history. Months of no sleep. . . feed Wesley. . . change Wesley. . . clean up throw up. . . spit up. . . food. . . toys. . . he pee'd on me. . . ugh, he poo poo'd. . . feed Wesley. . . change Wesley. . . and it goes on and on. Life has been hectic since that moment we were told we were going to have him, but Wesley has been such a joy for everyone and has totally changed our lives. I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. To see those moments when he smiles at you, or gives you a hug or kiss, or says mama or dada, or comes and sits down on the couch next to you so you can read a book to him. . . or those moments when he kisses the little girl in the doctors office. When it is someone else's kid you don't think much about those moments. . . until you have your own and experience them yourself.
It is hard to believe he has gone from a 4 lb 14 oz and 16 1/2 inch baby to a 24 lb 1 oz and 30 1/2 inch (his stats today) little boy who is running around and talking. I can't wait to see what else happens down the road!!!
He has grown up so much!
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