Monday, February 8, 2016

Baby Love

In late August of 2014, Chris and I found out that I was pregnant.  Over. The. Moon.  With. Excitement.  Our journey to that positive test began in January 2011.  After years of negatives, I truly thought that I was imagining that second line.  When Chris said that I didn't need my eyes checked and that it was really positive, I just.... it's hard to even come up with the words.  I was just so happy.

We told a few close family and friends but waited until 12 weeks to make the announcement on social media. 

Both Chris and I had always thought it would just be the best surprise in the world to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender.  We had waited for years to get the chance to be parents... we did not care one bit if we had a boy or a girl, and what's a few more months of waiting???  Besides one scary event where I had a subchorionic hematoma that burst at 8.5 weeks and us getting into a car accident around 7 months, I had a fairly uneventful pregnancy.  
23 weeks
28 weeks
39 weeks

My due date was May 11th, 2015, but that came and went.  At 40 weeks, I found out that I had developed polyhydramnios, too much amniotic fluid.  I think that's why my belly grew sooo much during the last couple of weeks.  If I saw myself from the side at 39 weeks, I would have asked when the twins were due!?  At 40 weeks + 5 days, I still hadn't gone into labor, so I went in to be induced.  The induction process definitely wasn't what I had imagined.  Things did not progress quickly, and our baby just wanted to stay put!  Push Push Push - nothing!!  Collin was born the next morning via c-section at 2:25 am.  9 lbs 14 oz and 22 1/4 inches of awesome baby boy.

Collin
We were so excited, but I just have avoided sharing on my blog, and that was hard to explain even in my own head for a while.  But it's because of this..... The happiest of outcomes of our three and a half year struggle is that we have the sweetest little baby.  But it doesn't erase memories of how we got here, the feeling of failure that my body just doesn't work like it should, the wonder if we will be able to have another.  The follow-up question to "how is your baby doing?" is quite often "are you going to have another?"  How is my baby???  He's wonderful.  The best baby in the entire world.   but the other question.... that stings.  My answer is always, "I don't know, maybe."  but I'm thinking..... I don't know if that will be possible, and if it is, I might be too old.  but, seriously... who wouldn't want three or four more of this sweetness..... :) :) :)

Collin - about 8 months old
Title from "Baby Love" by the Supr.emes.


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