Boston's Birth Story

First blog post in six months…definitely a new record. I’ve had so much I could and should have written about, but I just haven’t. For multiple reasons that I will probably never go into. But that’s not the point of this post! I just looked through my last post, and I guess I never even announced that we were pregnant, but we were! We found out we were pregnant in February, and found out in April that we were having a boy, and that the genetic testing came back perfect!

The entire pregnancy was extremely uneventful. Hudson kept me busy, so I didn’t have much time for anxiety. I didn’t start seeing my doctor weekly until I was 32 weeks! During my 20 week ultrasound, we found out that my placenta was at the front of my uterus, so my doctor sent me to maternal fetal medicine so they could make sure I didn’t have what is called Placenta Accreta. They confirmed that I didn’t, and for the next 15 weeks I was on a high of having a perfect pregnancy. At 35 weeks, my doctor wanted me to get an MRI, just to double check for the accreta (he said the hospital would feel more comfortable with results from an MRI versus an ultrasound), and the radiologist from that appointment said that he couldn’t rule it out. Cue my anxiety. The day we got the MRI results, our non-stress test was stressful. Baby was asleep for the first part of it, so we didn’t see the accelerations that we normally see. After I had some cold apple juice, he woke up and everything looked great, but my doctor still sent me to labor and delivery that night for some further monitoring. We were there for about an hour, and he looked perfect.

For six months, we had planned on having baby on September 28. Because of my MRI results (or not results?), my doctor wanted to move the delivery to the 27th, a Friday. When we first found out we were pregnant, Brandon, my doctor, and I agreed that scheduling a repeat c-section would be the least risky way to get baby here. Even though I’d had a c-section with Hudson, I was terrified. My doctor wanted me to be awake for this one, and I was so scared. But we were doing it!

The night before the c-section, my parents drove down so they could stay with Hudson while we were at the hospital. The morning of the 27th, we woke up, had breakfast, said goodbye to Hudson, and left for the hospital! I was freaking out the whole time. We got to our room in labor and delivery and got all checked in, then we waited. Time seemed to be going so slow, then all of a sudden my doctor came in, and that was Brandon’s cue to put on his OR attire. A few minutes later, the anesthesiologist came in, and then we were off to the OR!

The entire procedure went perfectly (no issues with my placenta!), and I was able to stay awake for the whole thing! Hearing Boston’s first cry was beyond words. He is the first of our three that I was able to hear cry when he was born, and it was the best sound I have ever heard. When they took him over to be cleaned, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Even from a distance, he was the cutest, most wrinkly thing I had ever seen. He was having some trouble breathing on his own, so they had him hooked up to a CPAP while I got all fixed up. He still wasn’t ready to leave when I was, so Brandon stayed there with him while I was taken back to my room. A little while later, Brandon came in with a couple nurses and Boston (still unnamed at the time), to let me know that he needed to spend a little more time hooked up to the CPAP, and that they needed to take him up to the special care nursery. I got to hold him for a split second, then he and Brandon were off.

Sometime after that I got moved to recovery, still by myself. It was so strange. I was loopy from the meds they had given me after surgery, but the weirdest part was that I was alone. Brandon was texting me pictures and giving me updates, and I was trying my hardest to shake off the drugs. One of my goals for the first part of my recovery was “visit baby.” I never got to, but thankfully Boston didn’t have to spend any time in the NICU and they were back with me after just a few hours. While Brandon and I were texting, I asked him what his name should be, since he had spent the most time with him, and he said Boston. I agreed just from seeing the pictures, but when I got to hold him again, I definitely agreed that he looked like a Boston.

Because he had spent time in the special care nursery, we weren’t able to have Hudson come visit until about six, but boy was it worth pushing his bedtime. He was so excited to meet Boston, and kept “giving him loves” where he would rest his head against Boston’s head or arm or really any part of his body. He was so sweet. Afraid of me a little, but that was okay. My parents brought him for just a little bit, and then Brandon’s parents came after that! By the time they left, we were exhausted, and settled in for a long night. Surprisingly (or not), Boston didn’t keep us up as much as all the nurses did! On Saturday, my parents brought Hudson back bright and early so we could take some pictures, and the rest of the day was filled with guests! James and Candis, the Ida’s, the Young’s, and the Call’s all came to visit. The day went quickly, and that evening we gave buddy his first bath. Then all of a sudden it was Sunday, and we were heading home!

We got home just after noon on Sunday and spent so much time just snuggling on the couch. My mom stayed with us for the first week and took care of Hudson so we could rest and try to feel normal, and our sweet neighbors brought us meals. Brandon and I were so shocked at how different my recovery was even just a few days into it. I didn’t have any back pain like I did with Hudson, and my incision site barely hurt. I was up and moving, and we even went on a walk through the neighborhood just a week after!

I’m so grateful to have Boston here with us, and that he made it here safely. He has been so fun to have at home, and watching Hudson be his big brother is the sweetest thing. We are so blessed to be his parents!