They moved me into a room immediately and started hooking me up to fluids and IV's asked me if I wanted an epidural and kept checking me. I was progressing REALLY FAST. I was dilated to about 7 when I received an epidural. It helped tremendously for the first couple minutes. The doctor broke my water and told me this baby was coming quick and could have it before 5pm.. I realized quickly that something wasn't right. I could feel EVERYTHING. I kept saying, " I just don't think it is working.. It hurts so bad"
Although I was loving the experience, I knew I needed something for the pain. I received another epidural and felt amazing soon after. I couldn't feel a thing. I was smiling again knowing that within a matter of hours I would be holding our little prince. I quickly progressed to 10, and my nurse asked me if I wanted to push or if I wanted to wait just a little bit, it was 5:45 at this point and we decided that we would start to push at 6:00. I was so excited!! This was actually my most favorite part of the entire day. I couldn't feel anything but pressure, and the closer he was to coming, the more and more pressure I felt.
"One last push!! Come on, Here's his head, This is good!"
"It's a BOY!"
At 8:28 pm Ezra Marshall Abrahamson 5 lbs. 8.9 oz. 19 inches was welcomed by Angels, Wonderful doctor and nurses and of course, Parents who love eachother and him more than he may ever know.
You could feel the angels in the room as he was blasted into this world. (I explained earlier to my nurse what a miraculous job she has, how she is must be surrounded by angels all day long as babies come to this world they are welcomed by angels--she loved this)
And before I knew it they plopped his warm, tiny, body on my chest.Like I mentioned (in previous posts) He reeked of the purest, innocent smell- the 'Jesus smell' I call it. I stared at this little face until my eyes filled with tears and while blinking them away to get a better look they quickly whisked him away.
Something wasn't right. I could tell that much.
Marshall followed the nurses out and when he returned he explained to me that because Baby Ezra was born 4 weeks early he wasn't breathing so well on his own and they had to hook him up to quite a few things to help him.
This of course worried me-- But my heart didn't break until I had to look at him through the incubator for the first time. His small chest rising and falling to his own rhythm. I was scared to touch him but wanted to so badly.
|His first rough breaths.|
|Home at last!|