On Friday, May 29th, I blogged about our good news... I titled it Miracles Do Happen! My step-son and DIL, who were battling infertility, announced that they were pregnant! That was the end of the first long road. Her first positive home test was on Mother's Day. Isn't that special! It had been such a trying time for them that she didn't want to tell anyone she was pregnant until they heard the baby's heartbeat. I guess that made it more real. It was a time of great celebration, but the long haul was just beginning.
Things can go wrong with any pregnancy. DIL was very aware of that fact. But, as time went on, we worried less about miscarriage or some other complication. DIL never stopped worrying. She had an aunt that was due any day when, at a routine check-up, the heartbeat was no longer there. As DIL's due date approached, and Brady became less active, she poked at him if he was still for too long.
Friday morning I got the call. Let me back up a bit...
Wednesday night insomnia struck. I get bouts of it regularly. I stayed up all night. Thursday I was quite worn out, but not the least bit sleepy. By Thursday night I felt like I could fall over, but still wasn't drowsy. I decided to help sleep come...
It worked! By 2am I was out cold! At around 6am my cell phone rang... and rang... "What the heck is that NOISE?" I finally realized it was my phone. Instead of reaching to the bedside table for it, I began feeling around the bed... under the pillows... I was in a drug-induced coma, but I finally found my phone. Step-son says, "We're at the hospital." Yeah, OK... zzzzzz
Relax. I didn't sleep through the whole thing. After jumping in the shower (OK, I didn't jump. That's dangerous.), taking care of all the animals, and packing a bag of my knitting stuff, a book and of course, Frappucinos, we were headed to Dayton.
It was a long day. Things weren't going the least bit fast. We were sure it would be several hours more, so around dinner time, Papaw and I ran home to take some dinner to MIL and FIL, and take care of the animals. A short time later, we were back on the highway headed to Dayton. That's when my cell phone rang again...
Step-son's mom says, "They're prepping her for an emergency C-section." OMG! What happened? Luckily, she was very quick to calm my fears. They thought the baby's head was too large for her to deliver. Things weren't moving along... But we were!
Shortly after we arrived back at the hospital, they took her to surgery, and we waited some more...
I won't hold you in suspense. All are doing very well.
Here is Brady's beautiful Mommy the next morning...
Here's a picture of the happy father...
And here's the guest of honor, Brady Matthew...
Yes, it's the end of another very long road, but the beginning of an even longer one. Is there anything better than a newborn baby?
