As I just realizde that Mother’s Day is approaching this next month and starting plan Lennox’s (our third son due in August) birth. I started to reflect on when motherhood first began for me. So I thought I would share some details of Jameson’s entrance into this world.
We found out we were expecting our first not even a month after moving across Washington. I leaving behind what I had known for the last 4 years. With any pregnancy it brings the expecting mother many emotions, let alone being in a new environment and young marriage. I feel like I felt many of those emotions to the extremes and struggled with how to filter it all. I spent 7 out of the 9 months of my pregnancy on extremely sick, on the couch digging into any material having to do with pregnant or babies. And I will admit all the emotions I was feeling, lonely was one I remember the most left me a little obsessed with the being that was growing inside of me. Going through two miscarriages years prior I was a little overwhelmed with the fear of losing Jameson. As much as the sickness was rough, I loved being a part of something beautiful but still had this yearning need to have him here already. I wanted to finally experience that bond fully. Because for as long as I can remember I have always wanted to have the opportunity to be a mom, to have a little family of my own. But I know now that all the books, articles and advice couldn’t get me completely ready for what we were about to experience. The biggest blessing of our lives.
After having contractions and back labor for 3 days, so uncomfortable and in pain, I went got a massage and accupuncture session. My water broke 27hrs after the treatments. Josh was at work and he rushed home and hurried me out the door to the hospital. My parents race over the mountains and were at the hospital by midnight. As well as my Mimi (my moms mother). Josh called his mom just in time, she was feet away from boarding and turned right around to come to hospital. It was so great to have our loved ones close during that special time.
Hours and hours later we learned that something wasn’t exactly right. Jameson’s heart rate kept dropping if I stayed in one position too long and the further he defended it got progressively worse. They held off any actions of progressing labor because they were sure what was going on even though we were reaching the 24 hour mark after my water broke. While also preparing a room for an emergency C-section just incase. And that is when we started to pray even harder for our son. That God would guide the nurses and Doctors surrounding us, that he would give me strength for when it was time and that Jameson would have a safe delivery.
31 hours after my water broke it was time to push. With the support of my wonderful Mother and husband I pushed for 20mins and Jameson was born with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck once, then his arm and shoulder and back around his neck for a second time. That is what was causing his heart rate to plunge. I thank God that he made it through that day. He was so strong even for being under 6lbs.
The first time he nursed was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. It was like all the sickness, anxiousness and stress I felt from my pregnancy and his birth was wiped away, I had this precious being in my arms just in need of me.
First time he was held by his father. Josh was such an amazing supporter through labor and delivery and I fell even more in love with him as I watched him hold our son for the first time.
He spent three days in the NICU and then we had one night together in my room. I finally felt like he was mine all mine, that everything was going to be more than ok. I couldn’t sleep a wink, I just stared at him for hours and hours. Nursed him any time he stirred and held him so tight. Jameson has been a delight ever since he was born.
Thanks for reading. I plan to share Kingsley’s (our second son) birth story in a short post. As well as my feelings of being a mother of two and soon to be three. Be on the look out for those stories soon!