Meet Baby Greyson

Fact:  Every baby is a miracle.  Getting pregnant is a miracle, having a baby grow and develop inside of you is a miracle, and birthing a baby is all very miraculous.  BUT my baby is on HuGE miracle, and this is why:

My mom had a really good point the other day that coming in to this world is really traumatic and going out of this world can be equally traumatic.  Unfortunately Greyson had quite the traumatic entrance in to this world.

His story starts a week before he was due when my doctor asked me if I was ok waiting for labor.  I told him that I definitely was, but that if I went a week over I would like to be induced due to risk factors as well as the risk of my mom leaving Rexburg without being able to see her grand baby since her flight was in a specific time frame.  He said that was fine and proceeded to schedule me for an induction on October 25th, just in case I needed it.

Four days later I was at my apartment and realized that I hadn't felt my baby move in awhile, so I did the drill.  I laid on my left side for 10 minutes...still not a whole lot.  Ate some sugar, no go.  Ate real food, I got a little movement but not a ton.  I said a little prayer and my answer was that he was ok, but that I should go to the doctor.  40 minutes later I was hooked up to a stress test and Baby S passed with flying colors.  While I was there though, I asked which doctor would be on call on my induction date.  They proceeded to explain that I would go in Wednesday night with one doctor and then they would start everything Thursday morning with a different doctor.  I definitely wasn't a fan of switching around doctors so I moved my date up one day so I could have the same doctor both days.  I came home and told Skyler that I felt like the answer to my prayers was that I needed to switch my date.

The next day at work, I had a lot of opinions thrown at me for some reason.  People telling me I should just wait for everything to come naturally, and others telling me to listen to my "motherly instincts."  Long story short, it had me really thinking about whether or not I had made the right decision to get induced...I got a phone call at about 4 o'clock that day from the hospital telling me they had over booked patients and that I needed to bump my date up one more day.  While this made me uneasy, I felt comfort and for some reason I knew that it was ok.

Two days later I was officially one day over so I had to have a full stress test and AFI? test?  not sure if that's what it's called but they test how much fluid is in your tummy.  He passed the stress test by the skin of his teeth and my AFI said that I was at a 12.8 which apparently is ok but lets just say, I was all skin and baby.

Three days later, I'm over my due date by 4 days and headed in to the hospital.  We got there at 8:00 pm and Greyson was born at 10:17......Ya, crazy right?  When I got there they hooked me up to a bunch of machines, one of which said that his heart beat was in the 180s and not dropping (babies should be about 150s).  They called my doctor and he insisted on coming straight up ( I should have known then what was to come).  He did an ultrasound and found that my placenta had basically given up.  It was calcified and deteriorating fast.  Baby had already had a bowel movement and basically was struggling to survive without a reserve tank that a placenta usually provides.  And to top it all of, my fluid level was a 4.  In the words of the doctor, " It's too dangerous for you to go in to labor whether natural or induced, your placenta and baby can't handle it.  We're going to have to do a c-section.  It's not an emergency but I'm not going to wait til the morning."

40 minutes later I was in the O.R.  After he had walked out of that patient room people immediately started swarming in like mad wasps.  I had the anesthesiologist at my left side describing the procedure and risk factors, who, while mid sentence, bolted out of the room only to return and advise me that I wouldn't be able to do a spinal tap because we didn't have time due to my Factor 5 blood condition.  That meant I was going all the way under.  I had a lab guy taking blood from my right arm, and I think there were a few nurses in the room bustling around like they had a purpose.

Next thing I knew, the room disappeared just like in the movies.  The first thing I heard was my baby and a nurse telling me that that was what I was hearing.  I don't remember a whole lot after that.  I know I got to hold him but I had a really hard time keeping my eyes open.  Later it was explained to me that when they went in to do the c-section they found the cord around his neck twice.  Because of this, he was unable to drop like babies typically do before labor which causes dilation and contractions.  Hence why I never dilated and why I never did or would have gone in to labor.  

My baby is my own miracle.  If my induction date hadn't been moved, we're not sure if he would have made it to my original date, but the odds don't look great.  Heavenly Father was looking out for us that day and I'm extremely grateful.  Now we  have our beautiful Greyson and we couldn't love him more:)