On February 18th, at 2 am, we checked into the hospital to induce labor. And nine hours later we met our precious baby girl for the first time! While the labor and delivery were smooth and relatively easy the day was not without drama. After settling into our room and getting the pitocin flowing I dozed off for a few zzz’s just to wake up around 4 am to an empty room. Jamy was missing. After calling and texting for about thirty minutes my very pale and green husband came back in the room to announce that he had caught the horrible stomach virus that our son Hudson had just recovered from a few days earlier. Not really sure what to do, he laid back down on the couch and we both tried to get some more rest. Around 6 am another wave of nausea came on and this time it was obvious that he was not going to be of much use for the day if we couldn’t find a way to stop the vomiting.
So we decided that he should leave and try to find a doctor who could help him out that early in the morning. The next hour, as I waited for my mom to come take Jamy’s place by my side, I was doing my best not to panic. But, all i could think about was the fact that my husband most likely would not be present for the birth of our daughter.
To make a long story short, Jamy tried to get into a few of the local walk in clinics to no avail (they weren’t open yet) and to see doctors that didn’t have any spots to fit him in. Finally, he called in a favor from an out of town relative who was able to call in a prescription for Zofran and save the day.
By 10 am Jamy was still MIA and I was dilated to 7 cm. So my mother and I were discussing the logistics of whether we should video the birth or face time it live with Jamy so he could at least watch it happen from wherever he was. Around 10:40 I felt a really large contraction with a ton of pressure and asked the nurse to check me again. At that moment Jamy came running in the room. And the nurse announced that I was at 10 cm and ready to push! Twenty minutes later, Holland was born! The timing was absolutely perfect. And all I could do was thank the Lord for answering my prayers.
The next couple of days in the hospital, Jamy was quarantined to the couch in our room with very little contact with Holland. So I was essentially all on my own, trying to recover from delivery and take care of this little child. But, by the grace of God, I somehow managed to stay awake for the majority of 36 hours and stay positive and energized. She was the sweetest and most calm baby who took to breast feeding like a champ.
Holland is now three weeks old and still as sweet and calm as the day she was born. We have truly been blessed with this little girl. And are so happy to add another one to our clan. Hudson is very slowly adjusting to life with a baby. He truly doesn’t pay too much attention to her yet. But he will check on her when she cries and rock her bassinet and shush her when she’s upset.