8.27.2013

Jack's Story

This is the story of our son, Jack.

Bryan and I had been wanting to start a family since we went to Europe in the Fall of 2011. That was going to be our last "hurrah" before I would hopefully become pregnant. Well, fast forward to Fall of 2012 and I was definitely not pregnant. It was a difficult year of waiting, hoping, praying. It was a journey that required total surrender to God. We had no control; this is very hard for my first-born, list-making, always have a plan self. I could write more than one post about our brief, although still difficult journey through infertility. But, I'm not going to. I'm just going to give thanks to God for the gift we now have that we don't deserve and for the year of growing pains He led us through. Amen.

So fast forward to a morning in December 2012... Bryan was in KC for a KU game and I decided to take a test. To my total shock, it was positive. I waited until Bry got home to tell him; talk about patience!

And thus began our nine months of pregnancy. Moment of truth: I had the easiest pregnancy ever. You may hate me for a moment. But seriously, it was. I never had any symptoms of nausea, sensitivity to smells, etc. I don't think I would have known I was pregnant without the test until I was at least 4-5 months along. Now, I am very very grateful to have had such a breezy experience. Really, I am. However, I fully expected to have any and/or all of those crazy symptoms and after waiting over a year, I was ready to embrace them (as much as one can)! So when they didn't happen, I became very fearful of miscarriage. When friends ask how my pregnancy is/was, the easy answer is/was, "It's going good. I feel really great." The more truthful answer is/was, "Physically, I feel amazing. Emotionally, I'm a crazy mess!" Fighting the fear was a constant battle...even up until I delivered! For pretty much the whole pregnancy, the verse on our chalkboard read Psalm 112:7, "We will have no fear of bad news. Our hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord." I had that thing memorized in about five minutes.

So one thing I (we) weren't great at was taking bump pictures. We have some, but they weren't consistent every week and certainly weren't in the same outfit. Man, is that mom-fail #1 and I wasn't even a mom yet?!


Keeping it classy with a work bathroom pic






Those are pretty much all the bump pictures we have, minus a few.

My due date was August 15th but our babe decided to come early...

On Monday August 5th, I woke up around 6:45 and without explaining details, thought that my water may have broke. It wasn't totally obvious like the movies, so I wasn't sure and I wasn't having any contractions either. I called my OB and he said to go ahead and get to labor and delivery. I was not very happy with these directions because I was just sure that it was a false alarm and that I was going to waste a whole day in the hospital for them to tell me to go home.

I made Bryan go on to work because I figured there was no point in two of us wasting a day. And I took my sweet time...I showered and got ready, did some laundry, made a sweep through the house to make sure it was picked up, loaded the car with our bags, and went through McDonalds for a drink on my way to the hospital. Priorities people; chocolate chip frappes are very important : )

I arrived at the hospital at 11:30. They checked me in, got me hooked up, and started tests to see if my water had broke. At 12:30, they finally confirmed that it had broke! I was super surprised to say the least. A phone call to Bryan to confirm that we weren't going home without a baby and he was on his way to join me.

At this point, I was finally starting to notice what I thought were contractions and the nurses confirmed it with their machine. By 1:30, I was having strong contractions every 3 minutes but I was only dilated to a 2. I've never been opposed to an epidural but I wanted to see how things went before automatically asking for one. When I realized that my contractions were close together and consistent, and dilation wasn't increasing, I said "yes, please" and quite gladly accepted the feel good juice.

waiting, waiting...

My OB thinks he's delivered between 13,000-14,000 babies! Mind blown.

Once the epidural set in, it was smooth sailing. Bryan and my sister arrived to be in the room along with Bryan's family in the waiting room. Although I continued to have regular contractions, I was not dilating so they started some Pitocin to help me out.

The next several hours went by as we waited around, watched the Bachelorette finale (good choice Des), ate ice chips, and tried to sleep; me 1/2 paralyzed in the bed, Bryan in the recliner chair, and my sister in the bath tub. I personally think she was the most comfortable.
 
Jack's adoring fans...




Since my water broke at 6:45 am, they wanted me to deliver within 24 hours. As morning approached on the 6th, it was around 4:45 am and I was only dilated to a 6. Talk about frustrating! We were starting to worry that a C-section was coming and I was going to be so bummed after working so hard for so long. 6:45 came and I'd moved to an 8, woo, woo!

But my OB is a wonderful man and we are so thankful to have had him as our doctor. He let us wait it out as they closely monitored me and baby to prevent infection. By around 8:00, I was finally at a 10. Twenty-six hours of labor and we were ready to meet our babe!

I pushed for around 40 minutes and didn't feel a thing (not even pressure) since I'd had my epidural for so long at this point. When they turned him over and said he was a boy we were thrilled and shocked! Bryan was so sure it was a girl.

But a girl it was not. We had our boy, our son. Bryan and I are so in love with him and pleased to introduce:

Jack Webb Dunham
August 6 2013
9:07 am
6 pounds 15 ounces
19.6 inches long 
 

Daddy's first look
 
 
 
Our one-eyed Jack ; )
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And yes, he has a TON of hair!