Baby Ky's story....

I have been thinking a lot lately about last year at this exact time. I was in the hospital waiting to give birth to my little baby boy. It started when I was thirty two weeks along. I kept calling Jenna telling her I felt like little sqirts of water would come out every now and then when I walked around. (sorry for all the details) She told me to call Dr. Paul, and when I did he told me to go to the hospital so they could check if my water had broken. I didn't really want to or think I needed to, but I went anyways. They checked me and found nothing. So I went home and not long after I began to have gushes of water dripping down my legs instead of little squirts. I was thinking, "Ok, am I peeing or did my water break? Surley it's not my water. My water has never broken with any other pregnancy!" So I went back to the hospital, and when they checked me still they found nothing. Meanwhile Dr. Paul was on his way out of town, and he arranged to have a specialist come in to check me and do an ultra sound. This time he was almost sure that it was indeed my water. To make a really long story a little shorter they told me that I would be staying in the hospital for approx. two weeks. I never knew that it was ok to not deliver the baby right away if your water breaks, but it is as long as you are on bed rest at the hospital and taking antibiotics. They said that at 32 weeks it is better to try to keep the baby inside the mother, but by 34 weeks the chance of getting an infection greatly increases and it is better to get the baby out. So in the first two days they gave me a steroid shot to help the baby's lungs develop along with an antibiotics every day to protect the baby from infection. Two weeks I sat in an ugly hospital room reading, scrapbooking, watching tv, playing card games, taking naps, and getting lots of visits from freinds and family. Every once in a while I would cry because I missed my girls and Kelly, and I just wanted to be home. Sometimes I thought that two weeks would never end. Two weeks from the day my water broke they induced my labor. I was so excited to finally be having the baby and getting the heck out of there. Everything was going well. They put this tube inside of me that would release saline around the baby to make a cusion since I had lost so much fluid. The tube slipped out and when they went to put it back in they couldn't feel the baby's head. The nurses took turns checking me and it began to get pretty painful. Dr. Paul had just checked me and was on his way back to his office when they called him back up to check me again. This time it was really painful!!! He said that the cord had slipped down over the baby's head and it would be very dangerous to deliver vaginally. All of the sudden everything changed into panic mode. He said that we were going to have an emergency c-section and right away all these nurses came in. Some were talking to me. Some were talking to each other. Others were gathering things they needed, and one nice lady began to shave me bald if you know what I mean. Ha-ha! When I got to the delivery room they gave me my epidural of morphine. I was scared and a little teary, but as time went on I knew it would be ok. At one point I had my head turned looking at Kelly, and just happened to see Dr.Paul trip over some cords with Kelly catching him. Looking back it was pretty funny. Next they cut me open and brought out my sweet 4 lb. 6 oz. boy. Immediately after showing him to me they took him to the NICU. Luckily he was always able to breathe on his own, and he was perfectly healthy. The only thing was that he did not know how to suck on his own yet. Thay had a small tube down his throat to feed him, and other monitors taped all over him. They kept him in an isolette to keep him warm. I didn't even get to see him that first day because I was so drugged up that I could not get out of bed. It was such a weird experience, but I am so grateful to have my healthy baby who is now almost one. I'm grateful for a doctor who knew what to do, and for a loving Heavenly Father who knows us each individually and blesses us with the things we need. I will post more tomorrow with the next step to the story. These pictures don't really show how little he was.