Just so blessed!

Hello my dear friends and family!!

I must tell you how blessed I am. Where to begin! First I have the most amazing husband! He does not complain one bit having to do so much around here. I am 3 weeks post-op and still confined to the house and doc wants me to stay down as much as possible. Nathanael loves doing everything for me, even keeping the house clean. He is such a wonderful husband and father. God has truly blessed me with such a great man who loves me so much. He is so patient through all my tears and pain pill rambling (which is happening now as well)

Doc gave me more and higher doses of pain pills as I have gotten worse. I went in the other day to get checked as I burst open my incision, and they found I still have the same infection from labor. So they put me on anti-biotics (all 70 bucks of them) and that should clear it up. Hopefully I will be able to get moving around here within a week. I did get to go to church today, it was so refreshing to be able to go to a place where I feel so blessed, so welcome, and so loved. I feel so filled with the Lord everytime I go. The wonderful people of Marysville Church of the Nazarene are great. The women are throwing me a shower in a few weeks... I don't even know that many people there, but that is how great God is... to put women in my life who love me and dont even know me. So blessed!

Also my dear family.... WOW! They are constantly stopping by to take Braeden so I can get some rest. They clean my house, encourage me, and are constantly expressing their love for me, Nate, and Braeden. I simply cannot believe my mother was right all these years, when you have a kid of your own you just get it... you get why your parents did all they did, the love you feel is unlike any other, I only wish I could go back in time and express to them more my love and understanding of why they were so crazy! love them!

And to my friends who from the beginning sent me love, encouragement, and advice, THANK YOU! I look forward to all us moms getting together soon... I still think we are so old... I mean I could have sworn we were just in high school yesterday! haha... The meals, the visits, the texts, the messages...everything... does not go unnoticed friends... I appreciate everything and only wish words could be enough!!

I should be sleeping, but I just want to stay up thanking you all and thanking my Father in Heaven. What did I do to deserve such blessings, such love? HE is truly an AWESOME GOD who loves us all more than we can fathom! Again words are not enough!

OUCH!

So those of you who have had a c-section, and those of you who might.... I tore my incision last night!! OUCH! It's a little gross... and if there is one thing I hate it is peroxide, which I had to put on it... and might have died for a second. Dr said to keep it clean and call in to get it fixed if the bleeding and grossness doesn't stop... GREAT... this means adding another week of recovering... not to mention my precious little bundle likes to kick me right on my incision... no matter how many pillows, or padding that is there, he finds it... and KICKS... Ha... any suggestions?

On a brighter note I feel great! And have really enjoyed the company of those coming over! I don't think my parents would ever leave if I didn't tell them too! They just love their new grandson! And Ayla (my niece) loves kissing Braeden... I will have to get the pics we have and put them up, cuz its stinkin cute!!

Well back to bed! Just wanted to add a little prayer request! Thanks friends!! Love love

Braedens birth story

Hello! I guess I should keep up with this blog now that Braeden is here. I have been asked my my Swooooozie to tell the story of the birth day... as it was quite eventful and tramatic to say the least. I went into labor around 9pm on the 26th.... my water did not break, but my contractions were very close together and getting worse... it was clear it was time... Nate and I headed to the hospital around 1am.... I wanted to make sure it was the real deal as I did not want to get get sent home again. When we got to the hospital my contractions were around 5 minutes apart, and I was dilated to almost 3 cm. Amazing because I felt like I was 10 from the pain. The nurse had me walk around for 30 minutes to help me dilate more so that I could be admitted. And I did... they admitted me and gave me pain relief as my contractions were now 2 minutes apart and the pain was impossible to handle. Around 6am I got my epidural... a little slice of heaven I like to think!! haha and no ladies.. the epidural does not hurt at all... I laid in bed waiting to dilate more... it was a slow progression so they broke my water, and gave me patosin (sp I know) to speed up delivery... it did... I could start feeling the contractions again, and I was progressing now... problem was I could not move from my right side as Braeden did not like it. We had the first scare when they wanted me to switch to my left side to see if he would move positions as he was face up (a very difficult and painful position to deliver in). Braeden did not like that as his heart rate dropped into the 50's. The nurse pushed the emergency button and in rushed 10 or more nurses (without telling me what was going on) of course I start balling and freaking out.. they tried every position to get his heart rate back up, stopped the patosin, but the right side is all he liked. Later they wanted to try again as I was still not progressing past 8 cm. They tried to move me onto my hands and knees and as soon as I moved, down went his heart rate again... this time in the 40's. In come the nurses, flip me back and we are doing OK again. A few hours later my epidural stopped working and there was nothing they could do as all the pain meds were not helping... him being face up was the way it was. So there I laid on my right side.... I had about a 3 min contractions and Braedens heart rate fell into the 20's the whole time... and I hear mine wasn't so good either. They rushed me back to the OR for an emergency C-Section. Im freaking out as I am scared to death of surgery, needles, going under... you name in... They told us that if they could not get me numb I would have to go under, and Nate could not be in the room. Luckily they got me numb enough (they had to go 4 times over the normal amount to get me numb enough) but I could still feel it... not fun... I swelled up, couldn't breath, felt like I was passing out... my throat was so tight I told Nate something is choking me, but there was nothing there. They tried to give me oxygen, but my claustrophobia kicked in and I started freakin out with that mask covering me... Minutes later we heard the cry of our perfectly healthy baby boy. He was perfect. So beautiful. It made it all worth it. The doctors and nurses said they haven't seen such a beautiful boy. He really was. Nate got to cut the rest of the cord off, hold him, hold his hand while they did tests. Everything was OK. Doctor said I would recover too. They stitched me up, pain drugged me up... and wheeled us into recovery. It was the scariest time of my life, but at 5:17pm a true miracle was born. The thought of almost losing him was haunting, but God has truly blessed us with an amazing miracle.