He's Here!!!!

It's taken me awhile to get the energy to write again, and this won't be the whole story...just a few things for now, but the waiting is over and he's FINALLY here!!!!

Jackson Wesley was born on January 19th at 4:55pm. He weighed 7lbs. 13 oz., and was 21 inches long! I had hoped to go into labor on my own and not have to have the amnio done on Tuesday (Jan. 18th) of last week. Sadly, and much to my dismay, it did not happen!

Here's a little re-cap, this will just be Part 1:

I had been feeling sick from Thursday night all the way until Tuesday morning. I was throwing up and had other bathroom "issues" and finally called the on-call doctor on Sunday morning and he called in nausea meds because he thought I might have a stomach bug or flu. I began to feel a little better after that but I was not really hungry and didn't feel like drinking much either. I had gotten to the point of where anything I ate or drank came back up, so I just didn't want to bother! I intended to spend Monday cleaning up the rest of the house and hanging out with Tate and getting organized. I ended up feeling so bad that I didn't get everything done that I wanted to and just felt horrible. We did go out to eat chinese food that night, just Ben, Tate and I. I barely ate, but did end up eating at home later that night.

Tuesday morning, we were up and running late (of course it had to be that day!)to our appointment, and we had to drop off Tate first. We had decided to take some of our things (make-up, hair stuff, computer-the essentials!) in case they kept me. I was so nauseous that morning that I didn't eat anything, but I put some crackers in my bag. We dropped off Tate (Ben had to take her in, I knew I couldn't do it without crying...and then I cried anyways in the car!) I knew she would be fine (and she had Uncle Jace and Paige to play with) but it was still sad, because I knew more then likely that the next time I saw her she wouldn't be the only baby anymore!
We got to the doctor and went to wait in the waiting room. We went back and I was so ill by this point I thought I was going to pass out. They checked the fluid level on the baby and soon Dr. Love came in. He is halarious, and he was cracking jokes, but he could tell I did not feel well! He looked at me and asked how I was (knowing that I usually was much more "chipper" then I was that day!) I told him that I was going to just pour water on myself to make it look like my water had broken, so I wouldn't have to have the amnio! He assured me (again!) that I would be fine. He went to get everything ready and by then I had Ben give me a cracker, because I thought I really was going to be sick again. When Dr. Love came in again I was coughing (choking on the cracker) and he thought I was going to throw up. He flew across the room (to get out of the puke range) and asked me if I was going to be sick. It was halarious! Even as bad as I felt, the fact that he doesn't like puke and was so worried made me laugh! After that, they began getting me ready for the procedure. I didn't even look NEAR the tray of instruments and Ben stood up by my head, to remind me to breathe. I tend to hold my breath with needles and then I end up passing out! I already felt faint, so he wasn't taking any chances!
It was really a quick procedure and it did sting some, but really just was more uncomfortable and it felt strange. After he was done, Dr. Love said that he wanted me to be admitted (while they waited on the lung maturity tests) and to get i.v. fluids to help me feel better. He said I didn't need to go into labor being exhausted and dehydrated. So, they wheeled me up to Labor and Delivery and we began our hospital stay!

Stay Tuned! More to come...