The Day I Met My Baby Boy
On August 11th, 2014, I woke up at 5:30am to get a good breakfast in to try to avoid the starving and thirst that I knew was coming that day. I was pretty tired, nervous and irritable because of the fear going in. Of surgery, of Adam being safe, of me recovering, the UNKNOWN in general.
I finished packing, went over to my mom's house and hung out for a little while to pass the time before we had to leave for the hospital. Here is the a picture of me before we left the hospital. I was 38 weeks exactly and ready for my boy to come out!
I admit I was very cranky because internally I was scared to death. My poor mom had to put up with my bitchy mood on the way to the hospital. Once we got to the hospital, they took me back and took me to a pre-op room that would later become my recovery room. Here is a pic of me before I went in before the C-Section.
And here is me and my wonderful doctor. I admit I'm pretty much in love with him. Oh if only he wasn't married!!
They put an IV in me and gave me all this prep medication through the IV, and then explained that an epidural was coming. I was really scared of this part because I've heard it really hurts. The IV meds
burned a little bit but it wasn't awful. I was still beyond nervous at this point. They asked my mom to leave the room as they administered the epidural and I immediately started shaking. In that moment, I felt like a little girl again who needed her mommy. The doctor that administered the epidural came in. We got started and I was still shaking. The doctor and nurse were nice but not exactly comforting and looked bored so I was on my own in the calming myself down department. The doctor got started and put in the epidural needle. It was actually a lot more painful than I even thought it would be. He went in three different places in hopes of numbing me from the waist down. I tried to be still but jumped at the high pain level of the injection. It took him about 15 minutes to finish and they waited for me to get numb. After awhile, I felt a little bit numb on my right leg but not much on the left leg. They kept pinching me saying, "Do you feel this?" And I'm like, "Ow! YES!" They kept waiting and waiting and then they came to the conclusion that the epidural didn't work. I immediately freaked out because 1) they have to do it again and 2) I was nervous that we'd start with me not being numb. I know that's ridiculous, but keep in mind I was already terrified so all kinds of crazy thoughts were going through my mind. They told me that they'd have to do the epidural in the OR so they were going to go ahead and take me back and asked my mom to stay put until they come get her.
As they wheeled my bed back to the OR, I was still extremely nervous and it was the scariest part of the day for me. On the way, all of these nurses came out of nowhere and were putting on their masks, I didn't recognize anyone and I could tell everyone was frustrated to be behind. Since my epidural didn't work, we started an hour late and put everyone behind. I felt bad, but technically it's the epidural doctor's fault. He didn't put it in the right place, and even the OR nurse made a comment about him saying, "Oh Dr. _____ did it? Figures." LOL. What I liked about that nurse? Once she saw how much I was shaking, she held my hands and had me lean on her during the second epidural. It definitely sucked, but having her comfort me made a huge difference and it wasn't QUITE as bad as the first one because I was a *little* bit numb from the first failed epidural. Anyway, when they inserted the second epidural, it IMMEDIATELY took effect and everything was a blur after that. I was *SO* numb, and I suspect they gave me a extra dose to ensure numbness because of just how numb I was. Itwas almost scary. I was supposed to feel numb from my waist down, but I was actually numb from the breastbone down. I couldn't feel my arms, they were just dead weight. I INSTANTLY became very out of it. Then I started feeling very nauseous. My anesthesiologist was wonderful and very responsive to my needs so he was able to give me some meds. It didn't work and didn't work, so after 4 doses of nausea meds, and two epidurals, I might as well have been knocked out, because that's how I felt. My doctor said a couple things to me, I just remember staring at him and couldn't talk. He got started and then my mom came in. Although I couldn't really talk to her and wasn't totally aware of what was happening, I was really glad she was there. I think she tried to hold my hand but I couldn't feel them so I just know this because she told me. I felt lots of tugging, the doctors talking casually, a heart monitor, and my anesthesiologist saying, "You're doing great, honey." I kept feeling tugging and more tugging and I hear "They have baby's legs and body out, now they are working on getting the head out." I couldn't believe it. I mean, I knew that was the point, but it was a shocking moment, somehow. And then I heard it, the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, the first cry of my baby boy. They brought him over to me, and I instantly started crying. I couldn't talk much, but I remember the tears falling down my face. They took him over to get his test and my mom went over to be with him. She kept shouting things to me like, "He's got dimples! Lindsey, his legs aren't up high!" They administered his APGAR test and he got an 8 the first time and a 9 the second time. That's my boy!!
They wrapped him up and gave him to my mom and she held him and started talking to him in her Gammy voice and my heart was completely full. And I was instantly amazed at how much he looked like me. He seriously is like a clone of me as a baby. I stared at the ceiling, still really out of it, but loved hearing my mom talk to my baby and providing comfort as I was unable to. I honestly don't know what I would have done without my mom there. It killed me to not really be aware of what was happening.
Finally, they started sewing me up and I slowly started becoming more alert. I was then able to start talking to my baby and my mom. He was just precious. He had the squishy face that I just love and was trying to adjust to the light in the room. When they were done, they put Adam on me. This actually really scared me because my arms were still a little numb and I don't think they fully understood JUST how numb I was and I thought I was going to drop him. I held on for dear life and stared at my beautiful son as they wheeled me back to recovery. He kept looking at me and it was a moment of pure love and shock that he was actually mine. This tiny little baby....is mine. I introduced myself as his mama, and he just looked at me and was very quiet. Such an amazing moment.
Once we got in recovery, my family came in and met Adam. I was a little overwhelmed because I had JUST met my son and about 6 people came in the room. I hadn't had any time with him before visitors. They all came in and ooed and awed which was really awesome, and I was trying to become more alert as I had been so out of it just minutes before.
Once they left, I wanted to start breastfeeding. I was a little disappointed to see that Adam wasn't that interested in the breast and he had a hard time latching on.
Shortly after, the baby nurse came in to examine Adam. His breech legs were a little up and he loved to roll from side to side in the clear bassinet they put him in. I just stared at how cute he was with his sweet dimples and adorable facial expressions. I honestly could not BELIEVE how cute he was! He is just PRECIOUS!!!
They then wheeled me up to my post partum room where I would be staying for the following three nights. My besties Christina and her boyfriend Alex and Jeana came and I was very excited to see them. I've really been looking forward to Adam knowing them so it warmed my heart for him to meet the people that mean so much to me.
We talked, enjoyed my sweet bundle and then Jeana brought him a cupcake and I had the 0 candle and we all sang Happy Birthday to him. It was a wonderful moment. I watched it back about a week later on the big tv at home and it made me cry. I'm so glad Alex video taped it. It was one of the best moments of my life.
Once my visitors left, I was left with the sweet wonder that is my beautiful little boy. I cannot express the joy I felt the day of August 11th. I had so much fear at the beginning of the day, and towards the end, I was so overcome with love that it seemed ridiculous to be so scared.
I instantly fell in love with my little boy. There was no emotional transition, my overwhelming love for him was INSTANT. He instantly became the most important person in my world and nothing compares to my love for him. I find enormous joy in taking care of him and cannot wait to spend the rest of my life showing him the world and providing a stable and happy life for him.
Adam Christopher Jones
7 lbs 10 oz 19 inches long
As my pregnancy comes to a close, I begin the path to motherhood. From girl, to woman, to mother. What a ride! Let the journey begin!
I finished packing, went over to my mom's house and hung out for a little while to pass the time before we had to leave for the hospital. Here is the a picture of me before we left the hospital. I was 38 weeks exactly and ready for my boy to come out!
I admit I was very cranky because internally I was scared to death. My poor mom had to put up with my bitchy mood on the way to the hospital. Once we got to the hospital, they took me back and took me to a pre-op room that would later become my recovery room. Here is a pic of me before I went in before the C-Section.
And here is me and my wonderful doctor. I admit I'm pretty much in love with him. Oh if only he wasn't married!!
They put an IV in me and gave me all this prep medication through the IV, and then explained that an epidural was coming. I was really scared of this part because I've heard it really hurts. The IV meds
burned a little bit but it wasn't awful. I was still beyond nervous at this point. They asked my mom to leave the room as they administered the epidural and I immediately started shaking. In that moment, I felt like a little girl again who needed her mommy. The doctor that administered the epidural came in. We got started and I was still shaking. The doctor and nurse were nice but not exactly comforting and looked bored so I was on my own in the calming myself down department. The doctor got started and put in the epidural needle. It was actually a lot more painful than I even thought it would be. He went in three different places in hopes of numbing me from the waist down. I tried to be still but jumped at the high pain level of the injection. It took him about 15 minutes to finish and they waited for me to get numb. After awhile, I felt a little bit numb on my right leg but not much on the left leg. They kept pinching me saying, "Do you feel this?" And I'm like, "Ow! YES!" They kept waiting and waiting and then they came to the conclusion that the epidural didn't work. I immediately freaked out because 1) they have to do it again and 2) I was nervous that we'd start with me not being numb. I know that's ridiculous, but keep in mind I was already terrified so all kinds of crazy thoughts were going through my mind. They told me that they'd have to do the epidural in the OR so they were going to go ahead and take me back and asked my mom to stay put until they come get her.
As they wheeled my bed back to the OR, I was still extremely nervous and it was the scariest part of the day for me. On the way, all of these nurses came out of nowhere and were putting on their masks, I didn't recognize anyone and I could tell everyone was frustrated to be behind. Since my epidural didn't work, we started an hour late and put everyone behind. I felt bad, but technically it's the epidural doctor's fault. He didn't put it in the right place, and even the OR nurse made a comment about him saying, "Oh Dr. _____ did it? Figures." LOL. What I liked about that nurse? Once she saw how much I was shaking, she held my hands and had me lean on her during the second epidural. It definitely sucked, but having her comfort me made a huge difference and it wasn't QUITE as bad as the first one because I was a *little* bit numb from the first failed epidural. Anyway, when they inserted the second epidural, it IMMEDIATELY took effect and everything was a blur after that. I was *SO* numb, and I suspect they gave me a extra dose to ensure numbness because of just how numb I was. Itwas almost scary. I was supposed to feel numb from my waist down, but I was actually numb from the breastbone down. I couldn't feel my arms, they were just dead weight. I INSTANTLY became very out of it. Then I started feeling very nauseous. My anesthesiologist was wonderful and very responsive to my needs so he was able to give me some meds. It didn't work and didn't work, so after 4 doses of nausea meds, and two epidurals, I might as well have been knocked out, because that's how I felt. My doctor said a couple things to me, I just remember staring at him and couldn't talk. He got started and then my mom came in. Although I couldn't really talk to her and wasn't totally aware of what was happening, I was really glad she was there. I think she tried to hold my hand but I couldn't feel them so I just know this because she told me. I felt lots of tugging, the doctors talking casually, a heart monitor, and my anesthesiologist saying, "You're doing great, honey." I kept feeling tugging and more tugging and I hear "They have baby's legs and body out, now they are working on getting the head out." I couldn't believe it. I mean, I knew that was the point, but it was a shocking moment, somehow. And then I heard it, the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, the first cry of my baby boy. They brought him over to me, and I instantly started crying. I couldn't talk much, but I remember the tears falling down my face. They took him over to get his test and my mom went over to be with him. She kept shouting things to me like, "He's got dimples! Lindsey, his legs aren't up high!" They administered his APGAR test and he got an 8 the first time and a 9 the second time. That's my boy!!
They wrapped him up and gave him to my mom and she held him and started talking to him in her Gammy voice and my heart was completely full. And I was instantly amazed at how much he looked like me. He seriously is like a clone of me as a baby. I stared at the ceiling, still really out of it, but loved hearing my mom talk to my baby and providing comfort as I was unable to. I honestly don't know what I would have done without my mom there. It killed me to not really be aware of what was happening.
Finally, they started sewing me up and I slowly started becoming more alert. I was then able to start talking to my baby and my mom. He was just precious. He had the squishy face that I just love and was trying to adjust to the light in the room. When they were done, they put Adam on me. This actually really scared me because my arms were still a little numb and I don't think they fully understood JUST how numb I was and I thought I was going to drop him. I held on for dear life and stared at my beautiful son as they wheeled me back to recovery. He kept looking at me and it was a moment of pure love and shock that he was actually mine. This tiny little baby....is mine. I introduced myself as his mama, and he just looked at me and was very quiet. Such an amazing moment.
Once we got in recovery, my family came in and met Adam. I was a little overwhelmed because I had JUST met my son and about 6 people came in the room. I hadn't had any time with him before visitors. They all came in and ooed and awed which was really awesome, and I was trying to become more alert as I had been so out of it just minutes before.
Once they left, I wanted to start breastfeeding. I was a little disappointed to see that Adam wasn't that interested in the breast and he had a hard time latching on.
Shortly after, the baby nurse came in to examine Adam. His breech legs were a little up and he loved to roll from side to side in the clear bassinet they put him in. I just stared at how cute he was with his sweet dimples and adorable facial expressions. I honestly could not BELIEVE how cute he was! He is just PRECIOUS!!!
They then wheeled me up to my post partum room where I would be staying for the following three nights. My besties Christina and her boyfriend Alex and Jeana came and I was very excited to see them. I've really been looking forward to Adam knowing them so it warmed my heart for him to meet the people that mean so much to me.
We talked, enjoyed my sweet bundle and then Jeana brought him a cupcake and I had the 0 candle and we all sang Happy Birthday to him. It was a wonderful moment. I watched it back about a week later on the big tv at home and it made me cry. I'm so glad Alex video taped it. It was one of the best moments of my life.
Once my visitors left, I was left with the sweet wonder that is my beautiful little boy. I cannot express the joy I felt the day of August 11th. I had so much fear at the beginning of the day, and towards the end, I was so overcome with love that it seemed ridiculous to be so scared.
I instantly fell in love with my little boy. There was no emotional transition, my overwhelming love for him was INSTANT. He instantly became the most important person in my world and nothing compares to my love for him. I find enormous joy in taking care of him and cannot wait to spend the rest of my life showing him the world and providing a stable and happy life for him.
Adam Christopher Jones
7 lbs 10 oz 19 inches long
As my pregnancy comes to a close, I begin the path to motherhood. From girl, to woman, to mother. What a ride! Let the journey begin!
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