well, well, well... we meet again.
i almost feel like i should start a new blog all together.
so much has changed in our quaint little life.
for starters...
this little cutie happened.
whoa you say... yep, i fell off the earth or i got busy.
(yes, i realize the handful of people that actually read this blog knew that we had a baby...
just go with it.)
short version?
we got pregnant last january.
josh (we) graduated seminary in may.
we moved home to rocky mount in june.
we had a cute baby in october.
josh took a job with a church plant here in town in january.
well, that about sums it up. see you later! ;)
nahhh... i said i was back remember.
so what do you want to know details about?
mmm... im guessing the cute baby right.
well, i had never blogged about this before because it was too personal at the time...
but we had been trying to get pregnant for 18 months when we finally got the right combo of blue lines on the precious piece of plastic. and ill save all those details for another post because you may quit reading unless you hang in there and finish reading the post next year in a few hours.
J was due on September 28th but he didn't want to be born in the same month as his dear mom. So after 20 million (no exaggeration) appointments the doctor finally decided to induce me on October 5 because our little one didn't want to come on his own. I went in at 6 am and "hopped" into a bed I wouldn't want to leave. [no for real, we really wanted to move into room 222.]
I was in labor with J for 19 hours and only dilated 6 cm's. Now you don't have to be an expert to know what that means... okay maybe you don't know what that means because my dear husband wouldn't have known a couple years ago. My friends, it means a csection for me. (it could mean other things technically)
I was devastated. Josh was devastated. I cried. He cried. Our family cried for us.
Now you are probably saying... "wow, you are being dramatic." But for us, this was absolutely what we didn't want and the very reason we had 2 induction dates canceled. I wanted to do this on my own. I even begged the doctor to let me do it when he suggested a cesarean. But for my safety and J's, this is what the doctor thought was best. I remember being more terrified as i wheeled into the operating room than i had ever been. I cried during the whole prep time. the doctor comforted me, the anesthesiologist comforted me, and the nurses comforted me. by time my husband came in, i was good and drugged so he just enjoyed loopy mccaffity.
when they took out our sweet boy, their words were "whoa he is big!" and to define big for you... 10 pounds 2 ounces and 21 1/4 inches long.
unfortunately, my memory will always be hazy from those midnight hours. but i can tell you my husband and our families have memories and well documented them with pictures on my phone. i love hearing new things every time someone replays those two days out loud.
I am so thankful for J's safety and for my safety. I am thankful for the wisdom of the doctors. But most importantly, I am thankful for God having the whole situation planned and in His control even if its not what I expected.
Today we have a huge baby boy who is growing by the second.
no really, we got two teeth this week at four months and we are 21 pounds already.
we couldn't imagine our life without J and are so thankful everyday for this miracle that we never thought would happen!
