It is hard to believe that almost 2 weeks ago my teeny tiny princess joined us in this great big world. As much as I have wanted to slow down and try to remember every second---time has slipped away as I have had much more important visits to the NICU on my mind. Now here I sit in aww of my newest little blessing thinking back to how everything began to unfold Tuesday the 12th.
At about 6:30 that morning Callen awoke and we went to go eat.....I was feeling a bit uncomfortable so I decided that my little man could go play outside for just a bit until I felt better. So outside we headed about 15 minutes into outside I decided it was time for daddy to come home and get little Mr. ready because mommy wasnt feeling right. Once daddy was home they quickly got dressed and headed out to check the watering at the farm. At about 7:30 I just had a gut feeling I needed to go to the doctor I wasnt feeling right and my mommy instinct was setting in. I called my mom and firend and decided I needed to head in to be checked....luckily daddy made it home and we headed to the hospital together. My thoughts terrified my all over 32 weeks 6 days and as much as I thought I wanted her to come early this was no where near my dreams or wishes.....as we called the hospital I began to send prayers up as I knew my body was telling me something....I hoped a prayed the nurses at the hospital would tell me that I wasnt dialated and all was ok....unfortunately that wasnt the case. I arrived at the hospital dialated to a 5 and there was no stopping labor. They quickly gave me a shot for the babies lungs and one to try and slow contractions--all the time all I could think is no please not now, please let her be ok. As they preped me for my c-section I layed there praying that when they delivered her I would at least hear a cry something to let me know she was ok. Before the delivery I met the nurses, the nicu doctor heard all the possible outcomes and somehow some way still felt a little calm over all my fears. As they began the c-section the tears flowed, I prayed, we prayed and our first blessing arrived a baby girl---and she cried the most memorable strong cry I could have asked for. Her daddy got to see her before being taken to the Nicu. I remember asking her scores a 7 & 8....as they stiched me up I prayed for the sweet angel that had just arrived.
About 3 hours into the ordeal I was able to see my precious little girl----she was tiny but a fighter who from the first seconds amazed the NICU staff. We knew we were blessed. The next 8 days she continued to thrive---first she got of the C-PAP machine only 8 hours on it and even when she was on it was regular room air, next day the tube in her mouth for emergencies or to feed was removed after that she went under the lights for a few days, then after that she got off her warmer bed into what they call a regular crib, next she passed her car seat test, then finally the moment we had waited for we roomed in the night with her no wires-no tubes just Chris, me and our precious little girl--the next morning we were released and FINALLY taking home our tiny pink bundle.
