Well, I've been gone for a few days. Last week on Wednesday evening after work, my husband and I headed out to our son's .. his wife was going to have labor induced. We got most of the miles under our belts when we learned that she needed some pre-induction medications and she wouldn't be getting pitocyn until the next (Thursday) morning. We were exhausted and pulled in to a motel for the night. Good thing ... our next few days were long and tough. Our sweet DIL spent hours attempting labor. At one point, it hadn't taken so they quit and let her eat, then began again. It looked more promising the second time around as she got dilated to 5 and was having hard labor pains every 3 minutes ... but it ceased to progress beyond that and late Friday afternoon, the decision was made to do a C-section.
Andrew was born at 6:55 on Friday evening and came in at a petite 8 pounds, 13 oz and 22" long. Everything seemed to be pretty much ok -- just a little fluid in the lungs, typical of C-section babies and normally clears up in a short time. We all (5 grandmas and grandpas and an aunt were waiting) got to snuggle him for a few minutes, then we all headed out for a good night's sleep, leaving the new Daddy and Mama to enjoy their little guy.
Saturday morning we sauntered in to the hospital -- and found that Andrew was having irregular breathing and he had been moved to the NeoNatal ICU of the Children's Hospital next door. The 2 buildings are joined and we were able to go to see him. It was frightening to see his tiny body all wired up with IV, feeding tube and monitors, but it was a great comfort to know that he was in one of the best Children's Hospitals in the nation and was getting the best care. Andrew progressed slowly over the next few days, his breathing becoming more regular. He hadn't been able to eat at first for fear that he would choke, but he gradually began eating more and more.
Yesterday, Andrew went home. His Mama and Daddy are delighted and relieved to have him home with them!
These past days have been a real challenge in patience. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for labor to happen. Waiting for delivery. Waiting for breathing. Waiting for eating. All things are in God's hands and God's time ... which is not always MY time! I want to "fix" things ... NOW! and make everyone better. But life doesn't always work that way. It's been a real reminder that, as much as I sometimes like to be in control, things aren't always IN my control.
So let me introduce you ....
This is my husband with Andrew.
My husband and I have returned home. I get to see Andrew again in a few weeks ... can hardly wait!!!