I know, I know..It's been FOREVER. It's been so long since I blogged, that I don't even have a blog entry about being PREGNANT with sweet Christopher Robin! (Who by the way, will be a month old tomorrow!!) But in my defense, I've been a bit busy. Being pregnant, being a Momma to my little stinker Baby Ben, being a wife to my hilarious hubby, and stalking people on facebook (I'm also currently addicted to pinterest in a totally unhealthy way. These are idols. I know! I'm workin' on letting go) as well as giving birth to Christopher Robin on January 28h.
Which is why I felt like I needed to blog. I really can't let the story of his birthday go untold any longer. It's a pretty cool tale :)
Christopher Robin was SUPPOSED to be here on Valentines day. February 14th 2012 at 10:30am. I was so darn excited to have this set in stone plan. I had it all planned perfectly. NOTHING in my life has ever worked out in an orderly fashion, so to have a scheduled c-section, was a pretty big deal for this little lady. I was tickled pink (Valentines day, pink, get it?! haha).
However, as I know from previous experiences (Ben= born at 32 weeks. Enough said) MY best plans, are never quite in line with what the Lord has planned.
January 28th was a tough morning for me. I was super pregnant, Ben was driving me nuts, and I was trying to get us both dressed and out the door to have lunch with my Aunt Nancy, who was in town with her husband, my Uncle David. We made it out the door and to lunch with all our clothes on, and had a wonderful time. Aunt Nancy is precious. She was so encouraging, full of great advice, and even walked Ben around Park Ave so I could finish my lunch without Ben diving into my lap. On the way home I called my Mom to talk, and I remember telling her how encouraged and special I felt after that lunch.
Fast forward 4 hours later- Ben was down for a nap, I had been watching trashy reality tv on the couch for a good hour, when all the sudden something did not feel right. I'm a big believer that when you're pregnant, you should really listen to your body.
I quickly got up and got my blood pressure cuff to check my blood pressure. It was 157/90 (It would eventually climb up to 170/110). I called my doctors office. The doctor on call informed me to quickly head to the ER. I think I said a couple cuss words. Well, more than a couple. This was not perfect timing. Chris was at work, all the way at the airport. My parents were not scheduled to come down and stay with Ben until February 12th!! And Momma Mimsey wasn't answering her phone. Dang it. Not to mention I hadn't completed my list of recipes I wanted to make and freeze. Don't even get me started on the fact that I hadn't even ordered the pajamas I wanted to wear in the hospital!Geez Louis. Never. Ever. Planning anything again.
After much prayer, I called both my best friends here in Orlando to help. Jessie and Katie. Jessie took care of Ben while I packed and waited on Chris to get home. Then Katie took over and spent the night with Ben. Nothing in this world could describe the complete since of calm I felt, knowing that my precious boy was being taken care of by my sweet friends, who love him dearly. Don't get me wrong, I still cried all the way to the hospital, but that was just me being a crazy preggo lady.
Chris and I got to the hospital at 6pm. We had test done, lab work done, tons of blood drawn, until finally at 11pm, the doctor gave the go ahead for a c-section. I was 36 1/2 weeks, and we just could not risk my health, or the baby's any longer.
There were some funny moments that I have to mention between our drive to the hospital, and the baby being born. My personal two favorites are: Chris almost getting into a fist fight with a drunk guy on Orange Ave, and me not being able to stop giggling because I thought the doctor on call in triage had hair plugs.
Finally, at 3:30am in the morning, sweet Christopher Robin was born. And the coolest thing of all, Chris and I weren't without family at the hospital that night. Aunt Nancy and Uncle David stayed up ALL night, just to be there for us, and meet Christopher Robin. I'll never be able to thank them enough for that. Just knowing they were there, was so comforting.
Aside from Ben's birth, I've never experienced so many different emotions. Total and all consuming fear of the unknown. Joy. Love. Contentment, when they placed Christopher Robin in my arms for the first time. Nothing compares to being able to hold that precious baby for the first time.
Chris and I are blessed that the tough times always seem to draw us closer. Which is great, because in our two years of marriage, times have been pretty wild!
Chris always says I'm his favorite person in times of crisis. And I feel the same way about him :) I've never felt more love for Chris, than when our babies were born. I remember looking up at him while I was holding Christopher Robin and thinking "This is it. This is all consuming, lay down your life for another, love"
We are so blessed.
And I'm throwing out my calendar. Plans just don't work for us :)
