As many of you know, I have an only child.
To my husband and I, he’s the perfect only child for us.
Being Mother’s Day, I want to share with you his birth story….
My husband and I married when I was 28 and he was 24. We both felt that we needed to wait 2 years before we ever tried to have kids. To the date, on our 2 year anniversary, our little one was conceived.
My pregnancy was probably one of the easiest pregnancies ever – one day of morning sickness. Besides the normal growing pains, I had no other qualms with my pregnancy. Truly it was easy. But I hated every minute of it. I would later regret that I even thought it difficult.
Even in utero, Aikman was an easy, but very active child. The entire pregnancy, he stayed head down, and those ultra long legs pointed straight at my ribs. In fact, he kicked so much and so hard that I was internally bruised for weeks after he was born.
I finally went into labor the day after his due date – and the day before Father’s Day. Upon arriving at the hospital and contacting the midwives who would be helping me through this entire process, I was told I was not far enough along to be admitted (only at 4 cm), and needed to walk the grounds of the local university until I progressed farther. That was at 7am.
By 11am, I was dilated to 9, and just couldn’t take much more. I was tired. hungry. scared. I received an epidural, which entirely stopped the progress. I was disappointed in myself because I wanted to try to deliver without receiving medication; however, his head was turned sideways and they could not get him to turn. Little did I know that this was the beginning of one of the scariest moments of my life.
I had also caught an infection, and was running a very high fever. They had no choice but to administer medication to me – for both mine and Aikman’s sake. Little did I know that the midwives and nurses were beginning to panic behind the scenes.
The epidural I was given stopped the labor process. I was then given medications to start it back up. My poor body was stuck at a 9 for nearly 6 hours. They turned off the epidural drip and waited an hour of pushing. Two hours past. The epidural wore off, and still no progression with the baby. I remember still being excessively hot and repeatedly asking to turn the AC down. Later, I was told that the air conditioning was set at 60 degrees, but I could have sworn it was at least 80 in the room.
Still no baby.
Around 7pm, the midwives and supervising doctor came into the room. Aikman’s blood pressure and heartbeat were dropping. He was stuck for so long that his vitals were dropping. He had to come out. NOW!
Off I was whisked to the operating room to have a cesarean.
A little before 9pm, our little bundle of joy was born. Our 8 lb. 9 oz. baby was still in a critical state. My husband was allowed to proudly walk him down the hall to the nursery, past the family members who lined both sides of the hallway. They cheered for the proud father and newborn son. But, my husband couldn’t stop for them to admire the babe. Aikman blood pressure and temperature still wasn’t stabilizing.
It wasn’t until midnight until our little son was out of the critical zone and I was permitted to hold him for the first time. The medicine that was initially given to me in order to fight the infection that I had caught just a few hours earlier had made his body temperature drop, just like mine.
After that, it was much smoother sailing. I was still clueless and afraid, but together, we figured became the family that God intended for us to be.
That was nearly 6 years ago. Aikman is a blessing beyond belief.
Our special miracle child.
Our gift from God.
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