Garrett's Birth Story

I didn't really think I would have much to blog about as far as how Garrett entered this world, scheduled csection, be there at 6 a.m., surgery scheduled for 8 a.m., back in recovery by 9 a.m. and family can come once we are in our post partum room. That's what we thought would happen but what actually happened looked a little different.

We called the hospital as we were instructed to at 5 a.m. to make sure they weren't backed up, I was the only scheduled csection on the books and they said we were all good to come on in at 6 a.m. so I showered, blow dryed my hair and put on make up. I was determined that this time I would look decent when my child was born.

Taken right before leaving for the hospital

We get in and registered, I make small talk with the nurse who went to my high school and challenged her to get my IV in before the 5th try (that's what it took last time) she gets it in the first time then it blows and I start breaking into a sweat, ready to pass out and she looks for another place to put my iv in (nice hair and make up didn't last). I HATE those things, I have awful veins for them, it was not easy for her to get me hooked up and going. Once we were hooked up met our new nurses I was thinking we would get to meet our baby in just a little over an hour. WRONG

There were twins that needed the room before us, I was ok with this because I found out the poor mother had been in the hospital for almost a month on bedrest. Ok please take her and get those babies out of her asap. Then we found out there was another mom who had gone all night and stopped progressing she would go before me too (weird story, my moms know the grandma of this girl, small world)

Going a little stir crazy waiting

Our 8 a.m. delivery time turned into 1:30. In that time we watched the olympics, I started having contractions and actually went into labor while waiting and became very iratable and uncomfortable plus my anxiety already through the roof kept sky rocketing the longer I waited.

I finally walked back on my own at 1:30, as soon I stepped out of my labor/delivery room towards the operating room the water works began, I was a mess. The anxiety and nerves, the fear of the spinal (which I hated by the way) and the lack of my rock (the husband) were just too much.

The surgery was much like I remember including the terrible shakes after the baby was born, probably a little easier and the joy of hearing my baby scream and seeing him for the first time was out of this world. I don't think that could ever get old.

The surgery took a bit longer as they cleaned up some of the mess from my last csection that ended horribly. In the end my mom and sister got to see me after the surgery and we stayed in my room for 2 hours until we made the way up to my much larger than last time post partum room. This was awesome because I actually enjoyed every first moment with my baby because I was not totally exhausted. I actually got to have skin on skin time with Garrett which I never did with Lydia.

We stayed in the hospital for 3 nights, Matt stayed with me and Lydia came to visit every day starting the 2nd day in the hospital. I did not want her to see me hooked up to an iv unable to really move as I regained feeling. I'm glad I did that as I was totally unhooked by the time she came. She loved the "alligators" which were the elevators and riding on my moving bed.

helping feed "my Garrett"

Baby Garrett was 8 lbs. 9 oz, 20 in. and born at 2:04 p.m. I had a feeling it was a boy, Matt thought it was a girl so for him his first words after hearing it's a big healthy baby boy was "Damnit I was wrong" :) Then he was obviously over the moon to finally put a boy in his corner at home.

happy daddy waiting to leave for home

We love you sweet baby Garrett.