Dear Jack,
Happy birthday, little boy! One year ago today, you were brought into our lives. And here’s the story of how it all happened…
I had had a problem-free pregnancy with you. With the exception of hurting my back, early on in the pregnancy, while trying to vacuum the couch, with an upright vacuum. But that’s another story… anyway, where was I… right, the pregnancy. Great. I craved relatively normal things, like Twizzlers, Squirt, German Chocolate Cake, and Tabasco pickles. And salad. Go figure. I loved being pregnant. You were a little turkey from the start. “Dancing” in my belly to Johnny Cash, singing Jackson. We decided right then, that Jackson was it for you.
On April 15th, two days before you were born, I decided at about 8pm that we needed to go to Home Depot and buy a patio set. Pronto. So, Daddy and I set out to Home Depot. I remember feeling absolutely enormous (here I am, on that exact day) and waiting patiently while the Home Depot guy and Daddy loaded it up, in the car. And I remember really, really wanting ice cream and the muscles in my belly were driving me batty… because I was having contractions. We went to Marble Slab as soon as they were finished up. And my belly continued to bother me throughout the night, making sleep difficult.
The next day was Easter Sunday. I was having pretty regular contractions when we got up, but they weren’t close enough together to call the doctor. Grandma and Grandpa Z went to Aunt Robbin’s parent’s house for dinner, but we declined a few days in advance because I had a funny feeling that you were on your way… and all I needed was to have my water break at Easter dinner. Anyway, I made a crock-pot dinner at home and had planned to make a pie but I couldn’t because I was so uncomfortable. By the time dinner was ready, I decided not to eat because we were pretty sure that you were on your way.
We were finally ready to go to the hospital at 9:30pm on Sunday. When we got to the hospital I was only one centimeter dialated. I thought they might send me home, because I still wasn’t in any pain at that point. But they didn’t. We waited in the triage until about 12am. At that point, I was dialated to about three centimeters. It was about then that I started to have a little bit of cramping. But nothing too bad. They decided to send us to a labor and delivery room because I had progressed so quickly.
I hadn’t planned to have any pain medication prior to the epidural and wanted to wait as long as I could before they gave me the epidural, but my nurse was concerned about the lack of sleep I had and knew I needed some rest before I had to do the pushing. So they gave me some Demerol. Which made me act extremely ridiculous. I must have told Daddy and the nurse that the Demerol was a great idea about 75 times. Later in the night, I highly embarrassed myself, while talking to a doctor that Daddy and I referred to as Dr. McDreamy.
I got a little rest and at about 3am I got up to go to the bathroom. I was pretty sure that my water broke, or started to, but no one believed me… and boy, was the doctor surprised when he went to check me after I got back in bed. I didn’t see it, but I sure did hear it. At that point my contractions really started to hurt and the demerol was no longer helping. So they gave me an epidural. Which didn’t take properly. So I was in quite a bit of pain for a couple of hours, until the second epidural was in and working.
The second epidural was fantastic. To this day I recommend them to everyone. You know why, because it was great. That’s why. Anyway, where was I? The epidural. Great! I tried to get a little more rest, but had a hard time sleeping because I was so excited.
They checked me at 9:30am and I was ready to push. We went from 7-10 centimeters so quickly that the news took me by surprise and I almost got sick and felt like I might pass out. I was so nervous. I started pushing around 9:45… well, we did a few practice pushes, then the doctor came in and I really started to push at 10:00am. You were born at 10:40am. It would have been sooner but your head was huge. And well, I think you were being a little stubborn too. I’m kidding. The delivery was very easy. I felt so good. A couple of times the nurses told me that this was it and they’d yell “pushpushpushpush” and afterwords, when I hadn’t pushed your big head out yet, I’d say, “Oh geeze, I’m sorry, I’ll get it next time.” I told the doctor afterwords, that if having babies was that easy, I could have 10 more. Little did I know how difficult the recovery would be.
There was meconium in the water, so we had to have a high risk team there for your delivery to be sure that you did not accidentally breathe any of the water into your lungs. So it was a little nerve racking after you were born because they whisked you away and I waited and waited (for seconds really) for what seemed like forever and when I didn’t hear you crying I almost started to cry. But Daddy reassured me that you were just fine. And when they finally handed you to me, all bundled up like a baby burrito, I cried. Daddy cried too. For the third time since I’d met him. After you were born the doctor discovered a knot in your umbilical cord. Tied loosely. He told us we were very lucky but I didn’t give it much thought until last week. A friend lost her baby girl in the last week of her pregnancy because of a very similar problem. We were very lucky.
We named you Jackson Theodore Lorn. Jackson, well, because you narrowed down our list of 24, while watching the Walk the Line DVD… Theodore is for your Dad’s Grandma Thelda and Lorn is for my Great Grandpa on my mom’s side. Such a big name for such a sweet little thing. And we were in love with you instantly. Over the next several days, Daddy and I would just stand there and stare at you and cry. You were so cute. You kind of reminded me of Elmer Fudd, with your little hat slipping off of your head.
Jack, I can’t imagine our world without you. Or even really remember what it was like before you. You are such a sweet little boy, so gentle and cute with your little friends. And you’re so smart already. It’s so fun to watch your little personality come out more and more each day. I just can’t wait to see the person that you’ll grow up to be. And to be with you along the way. To hold your hand and help you find your way. And to someday let go of your hand and let you do it yourself. Just remember I’m always here for you, sweet pea. I love you very much. Happy First Birthday Jack.
Love,
Mom
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