So remember how I asked for advice on what to take to the hospital.....
Like how I posted that on December 7th?
Yeah I hope you posted fast that day.
Because on December 7th at 4:28 PM
Navy Loral Parker
was born.
6lbs 11oz 20 inches long
I was not planning on that day....but I hear that is just what happens sometimes.
I had a doctors appointment that day and we decided he would induce me on Monday the 12th.
As a side note....I mentioned to him that I did not feel her kick as much as I used to. He asked me a few questions and decided as a precautionary measure I should go get a stress test. So he set one up for that day and Saturday the 10th.
Note: I had debated whether or not to tell the doctor about the movements. I did not want to seem overly paranoid. But I was prompted like 20394928374298 that day to tell him. This is the first of many times that I publicly thank my Heavenly Father for his love for me and my sweet daughter.
So off I went to Lakeview hospital for my test. I was only going to be there 20-30 minutes. I brought my Real Simple magazine. I had plans to wrap gifts and finish neighbor gifts that day.
They hooked me up to the monitor and in 15 minutes a nurse came in and said "we have called Dr Pead..we think we are going to need to take this baby today...like soon".
I just stared at her. For like what felt like long minutes. Just stared. I opened my mouth and the only thing I could think of to say was "but I am in one hour parking and I have on a Social Distortion shirt". Now it was the nurses turn to stare at me as she asked "Jennifer do you understand what I said?". I blankly said yes
I asked if she was ok...they were vague. They just kept telling me they needed to get her out ASAP.
It was 2:15. I was taken back at 3:45. In that time....
I finished my Real Simple article
I cried
I shook
I called my husband, my mom, my dad, my bestie
I signed consent form after consent form
I realized we were doing a c-section
I cried more
I shook more
I prayed
At 3:30 my husband and his father arrived to give me a blessing. After they finished I was whisked away to the operating room for my spinal block. Ummmm I hated that.
Once it was in it was a blur....a sheet went up...Ed came in...I threw up....I shook and cried.
5 minutes later...my sweet girl was out.
I cried and cried and kept asking if she was ok...she was having trouble breathing. But then I heard the beautiful sound of her screaming and I just lost it. The doctors and nurses talked among themselves and all I heard was...
"that was rough"
"cord around the neck"
"placenta causing distress"
"breech"
The doctor finally spoke to me and all he said was "thank you for listening to your body and telling me about the movements....if you had waited even one more day this would have been a different story". I had nurses huddled outside...praying that she was safe. I found out later that a very similar thing had happened just that Monday in the hospital and the baby had been still born.
Note: I would again like to publicly thank my Heavenly Father. I was told over and over again in that hospital how lucky I was, how blessed she was. It is by the grace of God she is here.
They brought her to me....and Ed was there.
It was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
They stitched and stapled me and took me back to my room.
I was alone for like five minutes.
It was quiet.
I thought about how 6 years ago I was in the exact same hospital detoxing from drugs...and here I was now married with a beautiful healthy daughter. I was shaking all over from the block...and I just cried and cried. Grateful for everything I have been given and the blessings in my life.
And so she is here.
And I am serious she is beautiful.
Welcome to the world little one.
You are our miracle.
Note: For all of you who were sure I would be a bad mother because I do not like pink or Hello Kitty please note, I did what was most important...I listened to my Heavenly Father.
