Our little guy decided he was ready to meet us one week before his predicted due date. After questioning whether or not my water had really broken at 1:30 in the morning on September 17th, we realized our little man was ready to join us. We called our parents on the way to the hospital to let them know what was going on, and, of course, my parents were ready to jump in the car and come to the hospital. We told them it could be anywhere between 12-24 hours and that we would let them know when we were getting close to meeting our son. Did they listen? Absolutely not. The nurse came in an HOUR after we had gotten into our room and said my parents were at the door wanting to come in. Jeremy and I were not surprised one bit that they were there. As much as we knew we should rest, that just didn't happen. Between the excitement that this day had arrived, nervousness about what was coming, and nurses and family coming in and out of our room all day, we did not get any sleep. It actually ended up being wonderful having our family there to help us through the day.
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| On our way to Labor and Delivery |
One conversation we had on the way to the hospital was regarding our baby's name. We had narrowed our choices down to Luke and Carter, but still had not decided what we were going to call our baby when he debuted. I am the planner in the family and had been trying to nail down a name for months, but someone...Jeremy...kept telling me, "He's not coming tomorrow." Well, that excuse was no longer valid, because he was coming at some point TODAY! Of course we arrived at the hospital with no decision being made, of course. I would love to blame this on Jeremy, but I am just as indecisive, even though I wanted this to have already been done. We decided we would wait until we saw our little one for the first time before we made our decision.
Back to the story...
Jeremy and I didn't really have a plan for exactly how we wanted the delivery to go, but I was open to an epidural and was hoping to have our little guy naturally. The nurse kept checking on me to see if I was ready for the epidural, but I really wasn't in any pain, thankfully. She mentioned that the anesthesiologist had several moms ahead of me and that she was wanting to make sure I didn't get too uncomfortable before getting the epidural. Although I was feeling just fine, my contractions were supposedly getting to the point that I should have been feeling something. We decided we would go ahead and get in line for the anesthesiologist. I think this was the one thing that I worried about more than any other part of the whole delivery process and it really wasn't that bad. Once the epidural was in I really couldn't feel anything below my waist. Strangely, though, I still had a little bit of movement in my right leg and foot. What a weird feeling to see my legs lying there and to have absolutely no control over them.
The day flew by and still no arrival of our baby boy. My doctor kept coming by every hour to check on me and see if I was dilated anymore, but the highest I had gotten by about 6:00 that night was a 3. We decided that a C-section was probably the best thing to do since so much time had already passed since I "drained my swimming pool", as Dr. Ryder put it. I honestly was not really that anxious throughout the day until I asked when we would be going in for the C-section. Right when the decision was made to go this route, our operating room was being prepped and we were on our way. The nerves started to kick in, but I really didn't have much time to think about any fears I had at this point. I remember each person in my room introducing themselves and talking me through what was going on. I really couldn't feel anything from my chest down...again...weird feeling. It didn't seem like that much time had passed when I heard my doctor say that our little man was out. I hated not being able to see him right away, but Jeremy gave me the play by play as to what they were doing with him to get him ready for the world. I remember asking him whether he looked like a Luke or a Carter, to which he responded, "He looks like a baby". You think? As soon as they got his breathing under control and the purple shade he had turned when he came out to fade, he was brought over to me so I could meet him. Again, I could not hold him, but I completely fell in love with the most handsome baby boy. We decided to call him Luke Carter Pendery once our family of three was brought together for the first time. I definitely think our little Luke looks like a Luke and I know that we made the perfect decision. The whole not having a name picked out was hard for me, but I held on to a text that my cousin's wife, Melissa, sent me. She said that God already knew his name and that that should help take away any stress I was experiencing by not having a name. Thank you, Melissa, for those words. You were so right!
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| Welcome to the world baby Luke! |
We feel truly blessed by this little angel that God has entrusted to us. We thank everyone who came up to the hospital to meet our new addition and for those who stopped by once we got home. I am still amazed at how much joy Luke has brought into our lives and into the lives of everyone he meets.
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| Luke Carter Pendery---September 17, 2012---7:44 p.m.---7 pounds, 12 ounces |
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