It took a while. Things had to be put on hold when I got Kidney Stones in September. The medications I was on were not safe plus I had surgery. That was one hold up. The next hold up was the fact that I had my whole calendar off. I was worried that I might have an issue with getting pregnant, until a friend suggested an ovulation kit. I bought a 7 day kit and started the testing. The days I thought I should be ovulating the test showed being negative. I continued the testing. Well Happy Birthday to me! Around my birthday (April 2013) I finally got a positive ovulation result.
May 7th 2013 Was the day I received my positive pregnancy result. I had a feeling. I felt it was finally going to be time. I almost knew it before I had actually saw the test result. I sat and prayed that I would see that plus sign. I took a deep breath and looked. My breath was taken away. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I thanked my Heavenly Father for answering my prayers. A very clear, very distinct plus sign was looking up at me. I shook as I took the picture. I had to preserve this moment.
Marcus was out of town on business. There was no way that I was going to just send him the picture. I wanted to tel him in person and see his face. It was the hardest thing to wait those 3 days until I saw him. I ran out and bought a onesie that said, "Me + Daddy = Love" I laid it on the dinner table and placed the positive pregnancy test just below those words. I chuckled as Marcus took a double take and smiled at the special message. We were going to have a baby.
That first trimester I was sick as a dog. Who knew something so small could make me so ill. It was all worth it though. Especially seeing him for the first time. I couldn't help crying more tears of joy as I watched a small flicker of light the doctor indicated being his heart beat. We were given a due date of January 18th 2014.
I was convinced this little guy was a girl up until the morning I would find out his gender. As I got ready that morning I couldn't help but feel they were going to tell me it was a boy. There was no mistaking that I was going to have a little boy. For the first time EVER, the Crofts heard, It's a boy. I did always have to be different.
After much speculation of an arrival around Christmas, a very stressful Tuesday Nigh on the 14th, and jokes about going into labor Wednesday Night, finally came 4:00 a.m. Thursday, January 16th. I woke up to go to the bathroom. As I sat up, I felt what I thought might be my water breaking. What I saw confirmed to me my water broke. I woke up Marcus and made my preparations to go to the hospital. I took a shower put on some make up and a T-shirt I got for Christmas. Because of the saying on the shirt, I dubbed it my labor shirt. The hospital confirmed my water had broke at 6:50 that morning and told me I was going to have a baby. I was...."about to do something awesome".
I was checked out again and was dilated to only 1 CM. The doctor confirmed my baby boy was head down and I was started on pitocin. I was a trooper all morning, all day, and into the night. I may have been handling labor pains like a boss, but I was not dilating. I was still at a 1 CM. I was put on penicillin and taken off pitocin to be put on medication that would help me dilate and continue contractions. I had to have a dose at 7 and ll that night. The 3rd dose came at 3 the morning of Friday, January 17th. By then I had finally dilated to 3 CM. I was put back on pitocin and began labor again. Pain got more intense and I finally asked for IV pain meds to help me through. Boy did that demurral make me loopy and out of it. I was actually able to fall asleep through the pain. All meds need to eventually ware off and around 8:00 a.m. Friday mine surely did and labor pains returned. They returned with vengeance. I was in so much pain. I tried to let the contraction roll over me like I had been advised. It was just so painful. It was incredibly intense all over again. I was told I was still only at 3 CM and I wouldn't be able to have another dose of meds for another 2 hours. I was trying so hard to be brave and to be a trooper but it was just too much. The doctor came in and said I still had a lot farther to go and the pain was so intense that it was just best to do a C section. We all had an agreement that this was a last resort and we all wanted to avoid this but my body seemed to say different. Because of my back surgery I would have to go under general anesthesia. I would be out at the arrival of my baby boy. Getting him out was only a half hour. It was 2 hours before I would come out of it and see my bundle of joy. The first thing I thought and said when I awoke, "Where is my baby? Is he okay?" He was okay. A little bit later I taken out of recover and saw my little one through the nursery window. He was the most perfect thing I had ever seen. He was perfect, and he is mine. Little Ashton Lewis Winn arrived into this world at 10:32 a.m. at 8 Lbs 11 Oz 20 Inches Long and looking like his Mommy. My world has been been made brighter and better. You light up my life little one.
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