Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Hands have been a little more full lately…and I love it!
We are adjusting as a family of four. Five…if you count Sparky. Which you must according to Wyatt.
Wanted to recap a little on Emmett’s birth story. I was able to be in the room with E as she labored and had him. What an honor and a humbling experience. Having been in her shoes before I could empathize with her pain. What I found really hard was watching her hurt and be in pain…for us. Essentially, all the hard work, sweat, tears and pain would end and we would receive the gift of it all. Wow. That was hard for me. No words can express that kind of thanks. What a brave and strong woman she is.
During the final pushes, Emmett wasn’t coming out and his heart rate began to drop as he was in distress. The doctor called for the vacuum. As a nurse, every horror story I heard about or witnessed came flooding through my brain. Thankfully, with the help of the vacuum and one final push, out he came. But he didn’t come out screaming like you see on TV and he was rather blue. They quickly took him over to the warming lights and began trying to stimulate him and was listening to his heart. They needed to suction him but his heart rate was too low. Sometimes when you suction someone (adult or baby) it causes them to “vagal down.” Because his heart rate was already low, they couldn’t risk suctioning him until his heart rate was higher. Watching the nurse stare at the clock counting his heartbeats and then shaking her head no was hard. I stayed by E’s side trying to comfort her while my heart was also aching for this precious baby I had just received my first glance of. The nurse and doctor began to bag him. Again, not a good sign. I lost it at that moment and began crying. All I knew to do was kiss E’s head and pray. I actually remember thinking, “God please don’t have brought us this far to lose him this fast.” I’m sure it was only a minute or so but it felt like at least an hour and you could’ve heard a pin drop in that room of 10 or so people. Thankfully the supplemental oxygen helped raise his heart rate enough so they could suction him. Once they did, he began to make a few squeaks. Whew. One big sigh. I was then able to walk over and speak to him for the first time. Already giving me a big scare! Thankfully, he came around…just had a rough start.
Slade finally got to come in!
It was so neat to see the different people the Lord put in place at the hospital. We were a little nervous about how the hospital staff might treat us, but more importantly E. We had been told stories of nurses who did not agree with adoption and made their opinions known. We were met with just the opposite. The attending on call that night, encouraged E about her decision and told her he had a niece and nephew that were both adopted and how adoption played a big part in his life. The nurses were so accommodating and sensitive to both E and us. The doctor who came in for the delivery also encouraged E and told her that she had a 2 year old daughter whom she had adopted. So neat! Those little graces were so timely.
My Dad and Brenda were so gracious to come down and be on standby with Wyatt. They brought him up around lunch the morning that he was born to meet him. We weren’t exactly sure how he would react. Let’s just say it was love at first sight! He immediately wanted to hold him and then just looked at him and began patting his bottom just like he was an old pro at being a big brother.
We felt God’s presence and peace throughout the hospital stay. Thank you again for your prayers.
Wanted to show you just a glimpse of our welcoming home. Blessed by such a sweet body of Christ.
Many of you have asked about E and how she is doing. Thank you. Please continue to keep her in your prayers. We have been talking with her and look forward to seeing her when we go to our next APO meeting. As you know, she is a loving and caring mom, so pray for her and think of her often. I can’t even imagine all that she is going through. Praying for a joy, peace and strength that comes only from God.
We have very full hearts. And as my friend Jenn said at our welcoming home, “It’s so sweet to see your arms full.”