The Moments After and The First Day

The first moments were precious. Both grandmas and Aunt Katie made it to the hospital in time to be there as soon as Treyson was born (just Trevor and I were in the delivery room). They took Trey so fast, I made my mom go over and recheck he had all his toes and fingers.

We had fun all looking and holding and "oohing and ahhing" and texting family/friends. Trevor immediately wanted to hold Treyson which I adored.

A couple hours later, the nurses told me it was time to move up to the mother/baby floor. When the got me up from the bed to change my diaper (I don't know what they are really called). I turned pale white and blacked out. It was SO scary. I couldn't hear or see anything and thought I was hemorraging. Turns out, my blood pressure had dropped to about 85/42 aka super low. They think it was because I hadn't eaten since 6am, the epidural, my blood sugar was low, I was bleeding a lot (2 tear) AND my body had been through SO much SO fast. They wheeled me on a stretcher to another room where they made me eat immediately. I recovered pretty quickly.

The real scares came with Treyson later that day. They decided to let me know that they did not get the full dosage of group B strep antibiotics in me in time before I delivered. They didn't HAVE time. So Treyson had to have a ton of blood tests to make sure he didn't have it. On top of that, because of my blood sugar meds, Treyson had low blood sugar. The lowest a baby can be to be considered "ok" is a 50. Trey was a 38. I lost it. I have never felt so much fear in my life. I felt like both threats to Trey's health were my fault.

Then came the longest 24 hours in my life. They were getting the group B results around 9pm, and around 9, we find out that the lab had "spilt" his tube of blood (which was painful to get anyway). They had to draw MORE and I had to wait till morning to find out the results. In addition, they had to test his blood sugars every 2 hours and I would HAVE to stay in the hospital till Monday morning.

I cried and cried and prayed and prayed. I couldn't believe how "motherly" I was feeling already. The most beautiful moment of my whole life came when Trevor gave Treyson a blessing. I will never forget that experience. ever.

I was up all night (night 2). I was SO anxious, scared, sick and in pain. My episiotomy really bothered me and I kept checking to be sure Trey was breathing. The nurse came in every hour to report on Trey's blood sugars. They weren't getting better. He had to be supplemented with formula to get enough calories to regulate his sugars. Colostrum wasn't enough -though he was a great/easy eater from the beginning. (knock on wood). I finally took a nurse's advice and took a pain killer and slept a whole 1.5 hour while Treyson was watched in the nursery.

Early in the morning, we find out his Group B is NEGATIVE! And, though his blood sugar was still a little low and random, it was better with the extra supplement. I have never felt so much relief in my entire 24 years of life. I felt as though Heavenly Father really was understanding of my "motherly" anxiety.

Since then, Treyson has been doing very well. His blood sugar levels are pretty much regulated. He's eating a ton. He has yet to cry anything beyond a weak sauce wimper. He LOVES his dad and goes to sleep for him INSTANTLY. He also, physically looks like Trevor. Seriously. There is not an OUNCE of me in him. He's Trev's little twin. I love that. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. I'm doing well. I've felt really weak, but am getting back to normal. My stitches are sore and I haven't slept in 52 hours, but nothing is "pain" now that I felt labor.

I'm so in love. Everyone please make babies.