Ok, so two years ago on August 16, 2016, I woke up feeling normal and pregnant lol. I would have a few sharp pains every now and then but it was bearable and nothing I thought that deep into. So I went about my day as normal. I told my mom that I wanted to go shopping and I had a few things that I needed to grab to place in my hospital bag. To think, I thought I would be well put together and jazzy while giving birth (then, before, and after).
This being my first time pregnant I didn’t think that I would have any changes or complications, being that my pregnancy had gone pretty smooth. I was supposed to give birth on August 20th and I was supposed to deliver with my OBGYN, at Methodist, WIllowbrook. Well its amazing how things can change and God uses any and every way possible to show his strength and glory.
Well we went shopping, the first store being Old Navy. While on the way there I told my mom about the sharp pains that I’d been having and how they were coming in spats. She told me that they could possibly be contractions, but I told her nah, because I’d done my research(lol) and they should hurt way worst than this. Well little did I know that Old Navy would be my first and last store that day and that I wouldn’t make it to my hospital or my OB. When I realized what was going on I was being rushed to the nearest hospital and my mom was phoning my husband. I was screaming in the lobby and not wanting to have small talk with anyone. This went on for about an hour and a half, then the nurse on duty said that she would give me a shot to stop the contractions and the numb the pain because I hadn’t dilated at all…….and that I could go home. So she gave me the shot, but somehow a doctor came in and wanted to take a second look.
When he looked and examined me, he said that my baby wasn’t breathing and if I were to be sent home me and my child could have possibly died. So he performed an emergency C-Section, now during this part I tried to stay awake as long as possible, but I was only alert to see my baby’s head come out. After that, I was out like a light and slept through that day. Of course when I woke up my husband updated me and told me that the doctor removed a very large fibroid while he was in there and was amazed at the fact that it didn’t damage or hurt me or my baby. I wasn’t able to see my baby because of all the meds that we were both on after our traumatic experience. This leads me up to one of the best moments of my life.
There he was, my baby, my child, my love, my heart, and my son. We’d decided to name him Bailyr Liam and when I seen him I could see why, it fit him oh so well. He was the most precious thing I had ever seen in my life. We immediately had a connection, I held him and its like he automatically knew that I would protect and love him forever. Needless to say breastfeeding wasn’t a problem for either of us, he latched right on and I was in no pain. We stayed at the hospital for two more nights for observation and finally we were able to come home. Here he was in my arms and now solely in my care, my hubby was there the entire way and helped in any way possible, but it was something about this soul that just felt like mine (all mine).
When we first got home I held you for hours and I just cried because the responsibility felt so big, but it was such a pleasure. I love you with everything in me and I totally embrace this opportunity. I am so glad that God saw fit to give me leadership over one of his most precious creations. You are my best accomplishment, my favorite accessory, and the best piece of love that I could ever possess. I never understood a lot of the things my mother would say, as far as protecting and loving me until I had you. I will give anything to make sure that you’re ok and that you’re happy. There isn’t a day that will go by that you won’t feel wrapped in my warmth and the love that I have for you. I love you SPUD and I truly hope that you enjoy this day!!!