Wylder was born June 10th 2021 at 2:42 am. Two days prior to this I went into my doctors office for a checkup and had a pretty high blood pressure reading for the first time in my life. My doctor said she wanted me to come back in the following day and if it was still high we would go ahead and do a C-section ASAP. I went in the following day and sure enough it was still high. 

The hospital didn’t have any openings for the day, but we made an appointment for Friday two days away and were told that if I had any high blood pressure symptoms to get my butt to the hospital emediately and they would make room for us. 

We didn’t make it to Friday because later that night I woke up to my water breaking. Apparently my baby wasn’t going to enter the world on any body elses schedule. 

I was really scared on the way to the emergency room, mostly because the experience was entirely new to me and I felt out of control for the bazilianth time during this pregnancy. 

After checking in, the short wait in the waiting room felt like an eternity. Liquid was gushing out of me at an alarming rate and my pants were completely soaked through.  I was so relieved when I saw the nurse with the wheel chair headed in my direction. 

I told her I was scared because I hadn’t felt my baby move in a while and she told me it was because his swimming pool had just been drained. 

They changed me into a robe and cleaned me up a bit while they ran the test to make sure my water had actually broke even though I could tell by the look on the nurses face that it was advious that it had. 

I felt much better once they hooked me up to the machine and I could hear my baby’s heart beat.  I tried to relax as best as I could while my doctor and team were called in. 

My contractions became more and more painful as I answered what felt like hundreds of questions, filled out endless paper work, finely had a successful IV placed (after 2 blowouts) and last but not least waited for my covid test to come back negative. 

Then I was being wheeled into the operating room. The epidural sucked and felt like it took forever, but the next thing I knew I was sprawled out on the table ready to deliver this baby I had waited what felt like a lifetime for. 

I had heard and read a lot about C-sections and so I was prepared for the tugging sensations as my Dr. pulled my baby out of me. I started shaking like crazy and my anethesialogist said it was because I was cold even though I didn’t feel cold because I was so numb. 

Hearing my baby boy cry was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I remember the delivery team comment on his long fingers and toes and I thought yup thats our baby. 

They took him over to a corner of the room to clean him up a little and I remember doing my best to turn my head so I could see what was going on. I saw Chris and a nurse standing over him and then I started to realize something wasn’t right. 

I heard somebody mention something about his breathing being very fast, and the next thing I knew he was being taken to the nicu. Thank God that daddy was able to go with him.

I was scared and very sad as I realized that getting to hold my baby boy right away wasn’t going to happen, but I was glad that he was being taken care of and that his daddy was with him. 

I didn’t hear any news about him for quite a while and the minutes in the recovery room dragged on and on. My doctor and nurse said for me to try and get some rest and I remember thinking how impossible that was going to be. 

After the longest hour of my life they told me it was time to move me to our room that would be home for the rest of our stay. The sun was just coming up as they wheeled me in and I was at least calm enough to awknowladge the beautiful view that the room offered. 

I asked my nurse how much longer it would be before i could see my baby and she said as soon as the numbness from the medications began to wear off i could go. As soon as I felt my toes begin to tingle I told her I was ready, and together her and Chris lifted me into the wheel chair and we were headed down the hall to meet my precious little bundle. 

Wylder was hooked up to all sorts of moniters, iv’s and devices and it broke my heart. I remember caressing him and one of the nurses said that movement on his skin was too much stimulation for him right now and to instead touch him with firm steady pressure. 

I could have sat there with him for all eternity, but it wasn’t long before they told me that both he and I needed to sleep and it was time to go. 

I don’t remember how much later it was that I was finely allowed to hold him, but it felt like forever. 

The moment they placed his naked little body against my chest was the most beautiful moment in my life to date and Chris and I were both overwhelmed with emotion as I nestled our first child as close to me as I possible could and whispered in his ear that everything was going to be okay. 

Wylder spent the next couple of days in the nicu and Chris and I took turns sleeping and sitting with him as he slowly recovered. 

I woke up about 1 am the second night and not being able to fall back asleep I decided to go sit with him for a while. As I entered the Nicu the nurse told me that she was just getting ready to call me to let my know my son was hungry and It was time to give breast feeding a go. That first session was later what i called a bit of a shit show lol. picture a very hungry infant crying in frustration arms and legs flailing about everywhere and a mommy who didn’t have a clue how to use her breasts for somtheing they had never been used for until now. 

I did my very best, and the next day after several visits with the hospitals lactation consultants my baby and I were on the road to being breat-feeding pros. 

After a couple steps forward and a small step backwards Wylder was ready to leave the NICU and we were overjoyed the evening the nurse told us that he could sleep with us in our bedroom that night. It was a long sleepless night as we adjusted to being woken up consistently by the distressed crys of our new little man, but before we new it, it was time to pack up our things and head home.

It was wonderful to be home and just when it looked like things were going to get back to normal disaster struck. 

I was extremely puffy and bloated after my c-section and even though my blood pressure dropped after Wylder was born i was told to closely moniter it over the next several days. 

About the third night after being home I started feeling shortness of breath and quite fatigued. I could here a wheezing sound in my chest when i woke up in the night and I was scared that I was getting sick. 

The next day I went into my Dr. office for a quick checkup. The nurse took my blood pressure and I knew something was wrong by the look on her face. 

She went to get my Dr. who came in and retook my BP Dr. Parson calmly told me that It read 78/112 and that I needed to go check myself into the hospital emediately.