March 30th. I’ve been saying this date out loud since we found out we were pregnant. Today is his due date. Today he is nine days old. (And the tears are already rolling down my face.) Our beautiful little baby boy came early. And here is his story.
If you’ve been following my blog and the progress of my pregnancy, you know that it wasn’t the easiest. Then to top it all off…I had gestational hypertension at week 37 and things started to get really scary.
After being discharged from a 36 hour monitoring stay in ante partem in week 37.5, I was sent home to monitor my blood pressure on my own. (Well Drew really monitored my BP.) We were getting insane readings. 145/109 consistently. So we got an electric cuff. I was obsessed with taking it. I watched every Sex and the City episode (twice) and took my BP in between. It varied between 130/90 and 145/100. It sucked.
My weekly OB appointment was upon us and I just wanted to make it to that. March 21st, 3:00pm finally came around. Drew was due to go to his shift at the ICU at 3:00pm that day. I asked him to go in late and attend the appointment with me. He did. He’s amaze.
We see my wonderful doctor and she takes my BP (which is high – SURPRISE!) and she decides to put me and BBD on the monitor. She starts telling us in the most reassuring voice that it’s probably time to have the baby in the next few days. I feel relief. We’re on the monitor for twenty minutes. I was told to hit a button every time I felt him move. I hit the button once. Apparently that was a bit alarming. Because Dr. Sayat came back in and said…
“Ok guys. I’m going to induce you today. I just called and got you a bed in L&D.” (Labor & Delivery)
I burst into tears.
“Can we run home and get our bags?”
Cause you know damn well I will not go back to that hospital without my GD bag this time. (sorry for the aggressive language but that was pure hell in ante partem without my bag packed. Remember the eyeliner?)
She said yes and gave Drew a few instructions as I sat there in a daze as they disconnected me and I came to terms with the fact that I was going to have a baby soon. Drew and I held hands as we left the office and got in the car. I called my mom and cried as I told her they were going to induce me soon. I was so so scared. She told me I’d do great. I don’t remember much else, but her voice made me feel better.
Drew and I got home and gathered our things. We fed the pets. And I curled my hair. Yes. I curled my hair…I wanted to look pretty when I met BBD. (I didn’t by the time he got here, but at least I did walking into the hospital.)
On the drive to the hospital I was an emotional and nervous wreck.
I said to Drew: “I just wish I was you.”
Drew: “Most people do.”
We arrived at our beautiful L&D room at 6:00pm. I was so nervous. Our nurse was named Korey. Even though “our” Corey (my brother’s girlfriend) spells it with a “C” I took it as a good sign. And she was pregnant! (NOT our Corey…my nurse was pregnant. Just to clarify. 😉 )We were in our room for about 10 minutes when I heard the worst sound ever. In the room next to us I heard a woman start screaming. Not just grunting or moaning in pain…SCREAMING bloody murder. She screamed for at least 4 minutes. Then we heard a baby cry. I started sobbing. Why aren’t those rooms sound proof!?! When my nurse came back in I asked about that woman and she said they always have the screamers when a tour comes through. I vowed then not to be a screamer. (And I wasn’t! I was surprisingly very calm.)
They induced me at 8:00pm. They said we would take it slow. We’d have a quiet night. That was a good thing because Dr. Sayat would be on call tomorrow and would probably deliver BBD. (yeah, we still didn’t have a 100%, for sure, name yet.) I hadn’t had anything to eat since 2:00pm so I was watching the clock. I was allowed a tiny snack at 10:00pm. I was starving. At 10:00pm my graham crackers and french fries arrived. (appetizing, I know.) Drew and I settled in for the night and popped in a VHS that we found in our room – Forrest Gump! 10 minutes into the movie, my water broke. Holy shizz!!!
The nurse came in and confirmed that that indeed happened. She said I may start feeling more contractions and when I feel the need we can order the epidural. That nurse had not stepped a foot out of the room when a contraction hit me so hard I went through the ceiling. I endured about 5 of those that were less than a minute apart when I hit the call button for the epidural.
I received the magic that is known as the epidural at 11:45. I kept telling the doctor who had given it to me that he was amazing. I couldn’t remember his name so I called him Dr. Josh. And I told everyone in the room that it felt like I had just had a very strong dirty martini. Amaze-fest. I bet women say the best stuff after they get the epidural. It might make for a good book.
Believe it or not…I went back to sleep. At that point, (midnight) I was dilated to 4 cm. Water broke at 11pm and by midnight we were already dilated to 4! I woke up at 3:00am feeling some intense pressure again and rang for the nurse. She checked me again and said…
“Megan…you are fully dilated.”
Me: “What does that mean!?”
The best L&D nurse we could have gotten: “It’s time to push!”
I was fully dilated in 4 hours. I told Drew to call my parents and wake them up. They were staying the night in Maumee so that they could drive down early in the morning to be at our house when BBD arrived. They needed to move their butts. Drew’s mom and dad were already at our house taking care of Beauy and Sauce.
Lemme tell ya…pushing is hard work. My abs have had to do zero work in the last ten months and now they are being asked to push out a baby. I was unprepared for this. And not to brag…but I have pretty strong abdominal muscles (thank you good genetics). I pushed for an hour and 15 minutes and before we knew it at 4:44am the little monster was in our arms.
I will never forget seeing him for the first time. I asked why he wasn’t crying. Then I asked what was wrong with his head. He had a MASSIVE cone head. I mean ridic. Then I told him how cute he was. Drew was snapping his picture and we were both teary and in a mild state of shock. We had a baby! I melted when Drew spoke to him and he turned his head to look at him. Big hot tears rolled down my face. He knew his daddy’s voice. There are no words to describe that.
Oh and my doctor!? Not there yet! This baby came so fast that I had to meet, trust and fall in love with a new doctor in the course of four hours. (I go to an amazing practice so that part was pretty easy. And we really did have the best L&D nurse OSU Med Center employs.)
So when did we name him? I think we really got serious after I was induced and before we started the movie. In the last few weeks I kept seeing the Ikea kitchen commercial where mom
says “you’re in timeout Leo…” and then the kid destroys the kitchen. I’d tell Drew “that is our kid.” We’ve known from the beginning that Wylie would be the middle name. That is Drew’s grandpa’s first name. Drew’s dad’s dad passed away when Drew’s dad was eleven years old. And so Leo Wylie it is.
9 days in and we’re doing great. I didn’t think I could love Drew more than I already did…but Leo has shown me that I can. And this baby…oh this little baby. Drew and I just stare. And laugh. We’ve laughed more the last nine days than we ever have. Everything he does is hilarious. Even when we are so tired we can’t see straight…we are laughing. I won’t deny that we haven’t had a moment here and there where one of us is about to lose it…but it’s brief. And it passes. And we are soon laughing again.
And we have the best pets in the world. They are taking this new addition in stride. Beau doesn’t leave his side. Kitty is slowly warming up to him. I think she is now wondering when Beau and the baby are ever leaving this house. Never to return. Sorry Kit Kit. We are now a very, very happy family of five.