Sunday, January 15th, was a pretty average day. We started off at the Bishop's House for a maternity shoot with Mike Reid and ended the day by saying goodbye to our roommate, Jake. I was so happy to finally be able to nest- I started setting up the rooms, sorting gifts from the baby shower, and even got some laundry going, with two very full hampers of baby clothes and blankets to go. Eric finally drug me to bed just after midnight as we both had to work the next day and I probably would have kept cleaning and organizing until the sun came back up. I went to bed that night feeling more happy and relaxed than I have for a couple months now; we finally had the apartment to ourselves and plenty of time to get things set up just perfect for Titus, or so I thought. I first woke up just an hour and a half after falling asleep. My garment bottoms were slightly damp and all I could think was how embarrassing it would be to wake up Eric and tell him that it had finally happened; I had wet the bed. After some investigating however I realized that it was not pee on my underwear but more likely sweat. This didn't surprise me because I had been so hot at night lately that most
mornings I woke up in a pool of sweat. This was slightly unusual though because I had never sweat so bad that my underwear got wet, just my top. With only a fleeting thought that my water may have broke, I decided I must just be especially gross and sweaty since I was only a month away from giving birth. At 2:30 am I woke up completely soaked! I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to figure things out. I couldn't believe it, my water had broke! I called my mom and asked what to do, 'Wake up Eric and get to the hospital.' The next 20 minutes were a whirlwind, Eric and I were both running around
gathering things up. Eric kept saying, 'I think you need to sit down.' I kept saying, 'The go-bag's not ready, the go-bag's not ready!' We finally got (almost) everything in a bag and were in the car heading to downtown St. Luke's. About half way there I started shaking from head to toe. A million thoughts were running through my head; once your water breaks you have to have your baby, right? It's not like I can go home and wait for a month. I think I need to call in sick to work. By four o'clock mom, Mark, bug, dad, and Cole were all crammed into a
hospital room with Eric and me, all of us waiting for the on-call doctors to show up- Titus was coming today. At 6:30 am the nurse asked the family to go wait in the waiting room so they could get me ready. Titus was still breach, making a C-section a must. Eric walked with me to the OR but had to wait outside while they prepped me, the moment he left my side I started shaking again. I've never had a major surgery before and I'm not going to lie, all those bright lights, shinny utensils, and at least a half a dozen nurses was pretty intimidating. Eric was aloud in after I was good and numb and ready to go.
At 7:07 am we heard out little man whimper for the first time. He squeaked and squirmed but never once cried. They laid him on the examination table where I could see him. He looked small but I couldn't tell exactly how small with nothing to reference to. Four pounds .08 ounces. My heart started to race, but much to my relief the nurse quickly told me that everything was fine. He was awake and breathing on his own and perfectly healthy, just small. The rest of the day was a blur due to the heavy pain meds I was
on. I went from recovery, to see Titus in the NICU, to my room on the eighth floor. Many people came to visit, most staying for only a few minutes before going downstairs to see Titus. All day I saw pictures of my little guy and heard stories of everyone else getting to hold him but I was confined to my room until I could sit up without feeling dizzy. That was not an easy task and it took me darn near all day to accomplish it, but I finally was able to sit up and get into a wheelchair late Monday night. Eric wheeled me downstairs and I was able to hold Titus for the first time. My beautiful baby boy, quite the surprise, but absolutely perfect in every possible way.
mornings I woke up in a pool of sweat. This was slightly unusual though because I had never sweat so bad that my underwear got wet, just my top. With only a fleeting thought that my water may have broke, I decided I must just be especially gross and sweaty since I was only a month away from giving birth. At 2:30 am I woke up completely soaked! I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to figure things out. I couldn't believe it, my water had broke! I called my mom and asked what to do, 'Wake up Eric and get to the hospital.' The next 20 minutes were a whirlwind, Eric and I were both running around
gathering things up. Eric kept saying, 'I think you need to sit down.' I kept saying, 'The go-bag's not ready, the go-bag's not ready!' We finally got (almost) everything in a bag and were in the car heading to downtown St. Luke's. About half way there I started shaking from head to toe. A million thoughts were running through my head; once your water breaks you have to have your baby, right? It's not like I can go home and wait for a month. I think I need to call in sick to work. By four o'clock mom, Mark, bug, dad, and Cole were all crammed into a
hospital room with Eric and me, all of us waiting for the on-call doctors to show up- Titus was coming today. At 6:30 am the nurse asked the family to go wait in the waiting room so they could get me ready. Titus was still breach, making a C-section a must. Eric walked with me to the OR but had to wait outside while they prepped me, the moment he left my side I started shaking again. I've never had a major surgery before and I'm not going to lie, all those bright lights, shinny utensils, and at least a half a dozen nurses was pretty intimidating. Eric was aloud in after I was good and numb and ready to go.
At 7:07 am we heard out little man whimper for the first time. He squeaked and squirmed but never once cried. They laid him on the examination table where I could see him. He looked small but I couldn't tell exactly how small with nothing to reference to. Four pounds .08 ounces. My heart started to race, but much to my relief the nurse quickly told me that everything was fine. He was awake and breathing on his own and perfectly healthy, just small. The rest of the day was a blur due to the heavy pain meds I was
on. I went from recovery, to see Titus in the NICU, to my room on the eighth floor. Many people came to visit, most staying for only a few minutes before going downstairs to see Titus. All day I saw pictures of my little guy and heard stories of everyone else getting to hold him but I was confined to my room until I could sit up without feeling dizzy. That was not an easy task and it took me darn near all day to accomplish it, but I finally was able to sit up and get into a wheelchair late Monday night. Eric wheeled me downstairs and I was able to hold Titus for the first time. My beautiful baby boy, quite the surprise, but absolutely perfect in every possible way. 
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