I woke up and knew something wonderful was going to happen. Now most people probably would not appreciate waking up and having the sensation of wetting your pants, but to me it meant we would be meeting the newest member of our family. It was 3 weeks until our due date and 2 weeks until our scheduled C-section so I was truly given a special present as I was huge and miserable and just wishing I could be done with pregnant part. That morning I was able to wake Mark up with the exciting news…
“Hey….Honey…my water just broke…” Poor guy he about fell out of bed rushing to get up! I told him we weren’t in any hurry but maybe we should wake the kids and get them ready to take to my parents house. We didn’t even have anything packed yet, car seat out, or even baby clothes ready to go. So after a while we were finally at the hospital where they ran some test to see if my water had indeed broke. They checked fluid with litmus paper and took samples to see if the fluid would fern out on a slide under a microscope (indicating my water had really broke) which all came back…negative! They let me walk around a little and rechecked and still, negative. The baby was looking good so they told us to go eat some lunch and just monitor myself and to come back if anything changed. Now I knew my water was broke because every time I stood up or wiggled just right…well I leaked! But we decided to go to lunch and enjoy ourselves without kids, we knew it would be a while before we got to do that again. So when we got there I just *knew* that I probably should not eat *knowing* I was going to be in surgery later, but we were at my favorite restaurant and I had not eaten since the night before at supper and it was now after noon.
After an enjoyable (but wet) lunch we stopped back by home and picked up a couple more things for up at the hospital and headed back up where I asked if it was possible to have my amniotic fluid measured. I had just had it measured the day before and it was measuring at 9, (toward the end of my pregnancies I tend to run low on amniotic fluid so they keep a close eye on that) which is at the lowest point of being normal and if it measured less we would know if it had broke. When the ultrasound tech went to measure he could only find one small pocket of fluid(normally there are 4) which measured at only 1, meaning my water had to of broke. So because I *had* eaten lunch they wanted me to wait until 8 that night before they operated. So Mark and I just hung out. It was pretty nice! So at 8 pm they started all the pre-op stuff and I walked into the operating room where they gave me an epidural and I met the nurses and the anthologist. At 8:33 p.m. little Zayne made his appearance…
Our first picture together in the operating room!
After doing a quick look over they took Zayne to the nursery to do all the stuff they do there, which I don’t really know cause I’ve always been the one to stay behind and get the special treatment, ya know stitch everything back up! 😉 Anyway this is where Mark leaves to watch over the baby and make sure everything is going to be alright with him and I’m left to talk to the anesthesiologist. I always *hate* this part. It takes them about a half hour and I lay there and watch the second hand and count down from 30! lol Anyway soon enough I get rolled back into recovery and await for my hubby and the baby.
Finally I get to check him all over and give him lots of snuggles!
His weight above and he was 19 inches long.
Meeting Grammy Sheila...
Meeting Papa Ed...
Getting to know one another... (I love the twinkle in Mark's face here!)
Two older sisters to coo over him...
Even Teigen smooched on him!
Hayden thinks he's ok too!
First photo of the 7 together...
*~*~*~*Baby Zayne*~*~*~*
~*~*~*~*~Zayne Joseph 1 year old today~*~*~*~*~
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