Last bump pics!
Last picture as a family of two.
Meeting our son.
Top: Our first family photo with P.
Bottom: Skin to Skin in recovery before he went to the NICU.
Below: Visiting my sweet boy in the NICU after the CPAP was removed.
We welcomed our sweet baby boy, Parker David, on January 24, 2017 - 5 lbs. 11 oz, and 18 inches of pure heaven. Below is his birth story.
Parker was due on February 8, but because we were delivering via C-section, we were scheduled to deliver on February 1, at 39 weeks. We knew that we were going to be delivering via c-section since early in the third trimester, but as my doctor continued to monitor baby, the date of delivery continued to move up due to some issues that were being watched carefully throughout my pregnancy, and he was born at 37 weeks (almost 38). Going through IVF, there weren't many surprises along the way - we knew the day we got pregnant, and so did our families because they were supporting us along the way. Then we opted to do the Progenity testing at 12 weeks, when we found out we were having a boy! Then, at Halloween we shared our baby's name, that we carved into a big pumpkin at a family Halloween party. I have a hard time keeping a secret when I'm really excited about something. So, when our delivery date kept moving up, we decided to keep it a secret from our families so that we could surprise them when Parker arrived a little early. It was the sweetest surprise. (Although, I went to get my eyelashes done the day before I had Parker - after coaxing her to squeeze me in because I was going to have my baby early. When I was getting them done I told her that it was a surprise that we were having him early and she told me that she did my sisters lashes the day before and didn't know that it was surprise - and accidentally told her. Oops!)
It was such a crazy feeling waking up on January 24 knowing that we were going to meet our son. I was so so excited, this was the moment that we had been waiting for since we found out our little embryo took in our IVF cycle. But I was also so incredibly scared, I had no idea what to expect and I was headed into a major surgery. When we checked in at the hospital, I walked up to the desk and started sobbing, "I'm here to have my son." like a crazy, hormonal pregnant lady. Haha. We were in our pre-op room for about two hours and met with several doctors, nurses, etc. and finally at 11:00am we walked back to the OR. I cried walking back and sitting on the operating table as they were putting my spinal block in. I couldn't believe I was going to meet my little miracle baby. As I sat there crying I just started to pray, I prayed so hard. And before I knew it, they were operating and I heard the sweetest little cries. They had pulled the covered part of the drape down so it was clear - and I saw my son for the first time. His little eyes were open and we just stared at each other as I was ugly crying. It was the most incredible moment. They took him away to weigh him and clean him off, and while they did, I felt this heavy, heavy weight on my chest. Like I felt like there was literally an elephant sitting on me, which can be a side effect from the surgery. When they brought Parker over for me to hold for the first time while they were closing me up, I could hardly hold him I was in so much pain. All I wanted was for them to sew me up so I could go to recovery and do skin to skin with my son, which I got to do about 20 minutes later, and the pain subsided. (Side note: my doctor used the Insorb to close me up, which uses dissolvable staples so you don't have to get them removed, and it leaves a straight, clean incision, no train track marks. If you know you'll be having a C-section, I'd highly recommend asking your doctor about this. I feel like it really helped my recovery and my incision looks way better than I ever thought it could.)
When Parker and I were doing our skin to skin in recovery, the nurses said they needed to check his vitals and I just had this weird feeling that something wasn't right. His oxygen levels were low due to 'wet lungs', and they let me know that he was going to need to go to the NICU so they could put the CPAP on him and monitor him further. I told my husband to go with Parker to the NICU while I stayed in recovery. A few hours later, they wheeled me by the NICU to see Parker from my bed. He was wearing the CPAP, so I could hardly see his cute little face, but was so glad to know he was in good hands with the amazing doctors and nurses there. Our NICU nurse actually knew who we were because she read my blog, which for some reason made me feel more comforted, knowing she knew our story and how hard fought to get here, and that she would take great care of our sweet boy.
At our hospital, once you are done laboring (or in our case, done with surgery), they wheel you up in your bed to a different level to your room for post-partum care, and when you ride up in the elevator they play a lullaby to indicate that a baby was born. Todd and I rode up the elevator alone because P was still down on the L&D floor in the NICU, and that was really hard not having him in our arms when the lullaby played. When I got to my room, I told my nurses that all I wanted to do was to see my son and to get back down to the NICU as soon as possible. After several hours I was able to get out of bed into a wheelchair to be with Todd and Parker in the NICU. I just stared at our sweet little boy in awe, I couldn't believe he was ours. I think the hardest part about his delivery day was having to recover alone (I didn't want visitors the first day) while my husband bounced back and forth between Parker and I, and all I wanted to do was to be with both of my boys.
Luckily, after three days and two nights our little guy was healthy and ready to come stay with us in our post-partum suite, and graduated from the NICU. We stayed in the hospital a total of five days and four nights and had such an amazing team caring for us along the way. When we were ready to go home it felt so surreal that we were leaving the hospital with our son, this tiny little 5 lb. human, and we get to be his parents. When we walked into our house with our baby in tow, my husband and I both hugged each other and cried happy tears, it was so emotional. This is what our hearts longed for and prayed for every day and night for so long. It was the most incredible feeling in the whole world.
We love you our sweet boy...our hearts are so full, and you are so loved.
Hi, welcome to my blog! I started my blog as a way to channel my creativity and document our life happenings. From the pretty, styled shots to the real, raw experiences, too, like our journey to start our family. I love to share about my faith, my personal style for interior decorating, holidays and entertaining & for our little guys. too. Thanks so much for stopping by and for your support. XO, Lindsay