Here is Jason rockin' his pink scrubs that he had to wear to the OR. Ain't he a cutie in pink? lol
Here, my dad and other 2 children are waiting for me to be taken back to the OR.
And, a very glamorous picture of me, waiting to be taken to the OR...lol.
That morning we were all up and ready to go, my mom (Brenda), dad (Bill), children (Austin & Gage), and my cousin (and close friend) Mary followed us to the hospital. I checked into the admissions office and anxiously waited to be called back for pre-op. Within a few minutes, I answered a series of questions, and was off to an OB room in the birthing center to get prepped for my c-section. Speaking of the birthing center, I have to say "wow," because the birthing center at Hugh Chatham Memorial was very nice, and the staff were amazing. Anyway, back to the story -- So after being prepped, it was time to head to the OR, I kissed my family goodbye and was secretly and silently saying a little prayer. My husband was going to join me in the OR after they administered my anesthesia, and my mom was going to be in the observation room watching the whole thing. I remember after they did my spinal, I could feel the numbness starting in my feet and slowly working its way up. Once the numbness reached my midsection I began to feel as if I couldn't fully breathe. My husband walked in and came to the head of the operating table, and began to nervously talk to me. I remember telling him to "Shhh, I have to think about my breathing." (lol) For some reason, I thought if I stopped concentrating on it, I would stop breathing.
After I got my breathing under control, the doctor began the procedure. Within minutes, a new baby boy entered the world. At 7:51 am, Landon Noah Willis was born. He weighed in at a whopping 10 lbs. 2 oz., and was 19 3/4 inches long. I got to see him for a brief moment, just long enough to kiss him on the head, then the nurses too him to the nursery. Then the doctor finished my surgery and I was soon wheeled to recovery. When I arrived in the recovery room my recovery nurse congratulated me and told me that he weighed 10lbs. 2 oz., I thought she was joking. That was the exact weight Jason had told me the baby would weigh at my last ultrasound, so I thought he had put the nurses up to telling me that as a joke. My mom has jokingly told him ever since that he should have bought a lottery ticket that day...lol. But, anyway, it wasn't a joke, it really was what he weighed. No wonder I was so miserable!
While I continued to stay in recovery, the nurses took the baby to the room to meet my family and let everyone have a couple cuddles before I arrived in my room. I was so anxious to go see my new little bundle of joy. Soon, it was time for me to be released from recovery to my room, but before taking me to my room a nurse told me not to be alarmed, but the baby was being a "lazy breather." A what? What exactly was that supposed to mean? Then she informed me that nurses had to take him back to the nursery to work with him because he wasn't wanting to breathe as well as they would like him to on his own.
This is my mom, Brenda, stealing some cuddle time before I made it out of recovery.
When I arrived in my my room, my family was there waiting. They explained to me what had happened. They told me that Landon was fine for a little while, but then began what the nurses called "grunting." He began turning a purplish color, and was not getting enough oxygen. I asked if I could see him, and they told me that possibly after his breathing became more stable that I might be able to go for a short visit. I felt helpless, all I could do was wait, worry, and pray.
Please excuse the spacing on this post, I have tried repeatedly to edit it to make it right, but everytime I do -- it goes back to the same spacing! Arghhh! it's making me mad!
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