6 years ago, about this time of the day (8:00pm), I was at Abbott Northwestern Hospital. I was 33 weeks and 5 days pregnant and almost finished with labor. That was 6 weeks and 2 days before my due date. What a wild and crazy day that was.
We had gone to our local hospital the night before because there were some issues that concerned me and the on-call doctor thought we should be checked out. We went to the hospital, discovered that the baby (we didn’t know we were having a boy) was very low and that probably was why I was seeing some of the things that I was. No dilation or contraction so they sent me home with very vague instructions. “Lay low until your Monday doctor appointment.” I went home and pulled out my pregnancy book to see what it meant when the nurses said that the baby was at a +3 station. I almost fell out of bed when I saw how low that actually was.
I had some contractions that night. I didn’t know at the time, but I know now that I’m looking back on it. Then, Sunday, about mid-morning my water broke and harder contractions followed right away. I checked in at the local hospital, but they weren’t sure how healthy the baby would be that early and were concerned that they wouldn’t have the equipment or specialists that we might need. So, they hooked me up to magnesium sulfate to try to stop the contractions and order an ambulance transfer to Abbott Northwestern in Minneapolis.
I don’t advise laboring in an ambulance that is driving on bumpy roads.
The contractions didn’t stop. I labored all day until about 9:30 when it was time to push. The contractions that could not be stopped earlier, decided that this would be the perfect time to stop. So, I had to given induction drugs to start up the contractions again so that I could actually get that tiny baby to finish making his appearance. 2 hours later (which is about how long I had for my total labor and delivery with Audrey!) our first-born baby was born. He was head down, but he was “sunny side up” as they say (he was looking at the ceiling instead of facing the floor) which made for difficult delivery. They whisked him away so quickly that I didn’t know if he was a boy or girl. I had to call out to the doctors as they took him to take care of him. Ethan was 4 lbs, 11 oz.
Our first two and a half weeks of parenting were done at the hospital. Those were long and draining days. I was there from 9am to 9pm every day. During that time, every three hours I would attempt to feed Ethan (nurse and bottle feed), change his diaper and take his temperature and then go and pump the little breast milk that I had. In the very little in between time, I would read or wander around the hospital. At about 5:30, Nathan would arrive after work and help out until we would leave at 9:30 at night.
Ethan as a brand new baby:
My first mother’s day:
The last 6 years have flown by very quickly. That tiny baby is now starting to read! I’m so proud of Ethan and the more I get to know him, the more I like him. I”m so glad that God gave him to us.
Our family today: