I begin my baby story with a sober heart. I have been meaning to write this story down somewhere before the feeling wore off and the moments forgotten. I was going to write in my journal or a notebook but then I remembered my blog. So I apologize for the long post of my feeling and the moments I went through to become a mom. If your a picture person go ahead an brows the pics and know that I am in love with my Little Man.
For many that didnt' know, I was a few day OVER DUE. It had been a frustrating week before little man got here. My sweetest cousin Stephanie had flown into town to meet the little guy and to keep me company. We knew there was a little chance that she wouldn't get to met him. We Tried EVERYTHING the week that she was here. WALKING, WALKING, and WALKING. Pineapple, Bouncing on a ball, Spicy Food, Everything, and more WALKING. Nothing seemed to happen besides more braxtons hicks. On July 24th Stephanie's Flight took off that afternoon. As I had to say goodbye to her I was very emotional and sad that she didn't get to met little man.
That afternoon I was depressed with her leaving and me still being almost a week overdue. I was supposed to clean up the house, but instead I laid on the couch and was miserable. That evening was the pioneer fireworks in Salt Lake. Terry and I drove down to his mothers house to eat yummy food and watch fireworks. Great Food, LAME FIREWORKS. Apparently that got me a little worked up.
We left Terry's moms around 11:15 ish and made it home around midnight. When we got home I wasn't feeling very good. My stomach was all in a knot and had just given up that the baby was never going to come. We had a Doc appointment in the morning and I had just finished telling terry that i think we should finish packing the hospital bag just in case the doc sent us to the hospital the next morning, that sure enough, I felt a DEEP low contraction.... Okay, I had never felt anything like that before. Terry dosed off to sleep and left me awake wondering, is this really it? Is there going to be a baby? I don't wanna go to the hospital for false labor? Should we go? As I continued to sit there awake and nervous, I started to time the contractions. Nothing too consistent, but there were sure there and getting stronger.
About 3 o'clock, I woke Terry up and questioned him on what should we do? He wasn't much help as he sat up, looked around the room, at me, and then feel back to sleep. Another 1/2 an hour went by and I knew that we needed to go to the hospital. False Labor or not... I was ready to have this baby!
We arrived at the hospital about 4 o'clock in the morning. Me not having slept and ounce since Monday night. I was exhausted already and not to mention so nervous. We got checked in and they started to monitor me. I was at a 3+ and 80% effaced when we arrived. They wanted to monitor me for an hour to make sure it was labor, but my doctor said NOPE.. she is having this baby today. They took me up to Labor and Delivery and about 5:30 ish I was Dilated to a 4 and 100% effaced. The doc came in and broke my water and I got my FABULOUS epidural! That drug is AMAZING.
About 10 o'clock, my nurse came in and said okay. You are at a 10, lets start pushing. Your doctor is on his way. HOLY crap. this was it..... I was about to go through labor and about to become a MOM! Wow...... it all was happening so fast. I pushed a few times before the doctor came in and suited up and got everything all ready for delivery! about 5 SETs of 3 10 sec pushes, and at 10:42 this AMAZING miracle was at the end of the bed in the doctors arms (first thing he did was peed on the Doctor). My little MAN miracle. Terry was able to cut the umbilical cord and they brought my little Bentley up to my chest, cleaned him off for a sec and let him lay on my chest. This precious little boy was staring STRAIGHT at me. Eye to Eye contact. he was so sweet, and soft. He was perfect in my arms. I am a blessed woman to have such a perfect little son in my arms and a TRULY amazing husband right by my side!
BENTLEY TERRY HIATT
July 25th, 2012
6lbs 12 oz
20 inches long
My perfect little man. They took Bentley over to the cleaning station to measure and weigh him. Clean him off a little more and then was able to give him back to us. In the meantime, the doc spent some time cleaning me up and stitching me up. The Docs exact words... "i don't know what he did to you, i would have giving you an epidural just to stitch you up." yay. just what you wanna here. After about and hour of being cleaned up and baby cleaned up, we were ready to go to the recovery room and reside there for the next 2 days.
As we were leaving the delivery room, Terry's mom was able to come in and meet Bentley for the first time. it was a very special moment for her. As we got wheel chaired down to the recovery room, my little sister and mom where there as well and able to meet little man. I am so lucky and blessed to have such amazing support and love.
The next day we just kinda chilled in the hospital and loved on the little man. He is truly so precious and perfect. I am very blessed.
I just have to say THANK you so much to my mom and Ruth for being there for me and for Terry. And mostly I just have to tell TERRY thank you so much. I didn't realise what i would be putting him through as to taking care of Bentley and taking car of me. I was pretty damaged and Terry never ONCE complained or said no or was put out by having to help me to the bathroom, or calling the nurses, or changing very poopy diapers. He is such an amazing Father and Husband to me and Bentley. I know that he is exhausted too, but he never complained or stressed out. That is an amazing man in my books!
|My mom, Bentley, and HIS MOM(ME)|
|Time to Head HOME (such a proud PAPA)|
It has truly been the craziest time of my life, along with the happiest and most peaceful time of my life. I feel like with this handsome Little man in my life that I have more of a purpose. A reason to be better and live a better life. I feel like I am such and example to him that he is going to be watching my every move. He is such a big spirit. He has already touched so many people hearts when they hold him. I know that he is now my world and even though he has been here a short 2 weeks, he has already changed my life and Terry's life.
Recovery has been really rough on me. I didn't take the easy road to recovery. But every time I look at my sweet little Bentley, the recovery is only a small moment I have to endure. I know that I will feel like myself again soon! but for now, we snuggle, sleep, stare, and eat and I would trade this time I have with him for nothing!!!
Thank you for stopping by our Blog. I may not be the best writer, but I am glad to have it written down. A few tears were shed at the memory of such a tender moments and blessing I have received over the past 2 weeks in my life.
(on a side note: Baby Bentley came one day later for my Stephanie to see him. This makes me very sad, but i know that he know Stephanie in spirit. I am grateful for her patience, walking skills and understanding that I had no control over the timing of things. I am grateful she is my best friend and we were able to laugh, giggle, talk, eat out, shop and lets not forget.... WALKING!!! love ya STEPH!!!!)