Near the end of my pregnancy (it was very high risk due to my past complications) i was going to a doctor every other day. One day my ob then the next the specialist. I never knew what they were going to say, i always knew that it was a possibility i would be told to head over to labor and delivery. I had never made it a day past 37 weeks, so when i did i was in shock. On Christmas night i came down with the stomach flu. I was so sick for 24 hours. I went to my specialist on the 27th. When i would go to the specialist i would have a non stress test. That day the nurse kept asking when i was scheduled for my section i said not until the 31st. (actually my best friends mom, she really wanted the baby born on her birthday) She said i don't think this baby is going to wait. i was contracting every few mins at this point but they weren't to strong. She said the flu could have dehydrated me causing me to go into labor.
I headed out to the store that afternoon as it snowed, i wanted to get all the last minute supplies just in case. i remember stopping in the store a few times because the contractions were getting stronger. I headed home and went about my afternoon. I was still contracting but since i had never been in labor i didnt want to over react. I remember bathing the boys and sitting next to them thinking this has got to be it. I remember praying God give me a sign because i have no clue. At that very moment when i stood up i got my sign (tmi but i felt my mucus plug run down my leg) i called for Allwyn who was sleeping, i told Katie she needed to stay with the boys (she was thankfully home from school and sadly it was her birthday and we haden't done anything because she had been sick too) I also called my sitter who i told to be on call. She was at work but ended up stopping by the house that evening just to check in.
We checked into the hospital and got prepped for my section. The doc on call was not my fav mainly because when he saw me (even when he examined me) he would call me kiddo. (awkward) Noah came out but before 12am (therefore he shares a Birthday with Katie) He was screaming and so sweet. They quickly took him out of the room to the nursery. At this point i was left alone and that's when the drama started. My bladder was nicked, which led to them having to repair it, which took forever as i lay there aware of everything. I remember just crying from the shock. Then after the closed me up they were counting instruments and was short one. They had x-ray on there way to see if it was in me. If the anesthesiologist hadn't been so wonderful i would have lost it. He talking me through the whole thing.
Finally i was moved to recovery where i was able to hold Noah for the first time. He was my biggest baby weighing in at 5lb. 11oz. I knew from the moment i held him he was going to be a sweet and easy going guy.
Thats just what he is sweet and loving. He loves to snuggle and be held. I've sung the same song to him every night since the night he was born, he always waits to lay down until i'm done. I can't imagine my life without him. He brings a smile to my face everyday. I love the joy in his eyes when he sees me, and the way he says mama.
Noahs currently is just 22lbs, he doesn't speak a whole lot, but enough that i know what he needs and wants. He loves trains and cars. If i would let him he would live on lollipops and milk. His goal these days is to be just like his big brothers, keeping up can sometimes be hard. He still takes one good nap sometimes 2. He also attends CDO on Mondays and sometimes Fridays (he goes into school joyfully) He also goes to music class once a week with me. He loves to swing (its to cold for that now) Oh and not to forget Caillou.
I Love You Sweet Baby Boy!
One of my favorite pictures also used on his birth annoucement
Just a few hours old
