Life and Baby Josh's birth story

Daddy and his Mini Me
Our sweet boy at 2 1/2 weeks

Brand new Josh

Peanut getting ready to go to her recital

Mom and Miss K at Pre-school graduation

I am really behind on my blog like normal. I am not going to apologize or promise I will do better. I am just used to updating it every few months. If I get to it sooner, even better. So since Kenadie's birthday not alot has happened. At the end of May Kenadie graduated from preschool and had her yearly dance recital so that was fun and kept things busy. I just continued to work and get more pregnant. When I was 33 weeks I had some pretty close contractions. They were 4 mins apart. Doctor Brown did what was called a fetal fibronectin test that tells you if you will deliver in 2 weeks or less. It came back negative but he wanted to make sure so he kept me on bedrest for 9 days. For those who know me, I am not the bedresting type. I like to leave the house everyday. I am really social and it gives me a sense of well being to be doing SOMETHING. It nearly drove me insane. I was put on modified bedrest which meant I could get up to go to the bathroom, shower, and make a snack. Since Jas has been working part-time he was home and made sure I stuck to it. I thank him for that now, not at the time. I ended up going back to work and felt fine.

At 36 weeks I had my cerclage(stitch in my cervix removed) and the next day I had contractions for 7 hours that were really close but I didn't dilate. My doc said that to stop them he wanted to give me a shot of morphine, I was nervous about it but he said it was safe and would stop them because they were not helping me progress any. I went home and was SO out of it for the night. I had contractions all the time all the way up until I delivered. They felt like the real thing but they never helped me dilate. I tried everything the last 2 weeks. My sister in law Melanie was here and had me take a 2 mile walk with her when I was 39 weeks. I came home and was contracting hard and thought it was going to happen. Nothing happened. I went to my last doctor appt on Monday 7/20 and my doc said I was barely a 2 and that he was being generous even saying I was a 2 and scheduled an induction for the next day. My mother in law Terri came up that night all ready to meet baby boy. I got up the next morning at 6 am all ready to go. I have NEVER seen Jas up so early with a smile on his face. Well then came the LONGEST wait of my life it seemed like. We called all day that day just to be told that I was not quite 40 wks and the labor and delivery floor had no room. They advised me the next day was going to be even busier and after talking to my doctor I would be the first one on the list for friday 7/24. I felt really bad because my mother in law used her one week vacation and had to work early saturday morning. We werent sure if she would be able to be here when he was born or not.

We went to the hospital at 9:30 that morning and finally got an open delivery room at noon. The pitocin drip was started and we were on our way. My doc came in at 2 and broke my water and I was contracting pretty hard at that point. I asked the nurse...oh about every 30 mins when I could get my epidural. Falling in line with the last 9 months I was told I had to wait. She told me there was a C section and another person ahead of me. When the anesthesiologist finally came in I was at a 4 and the contractions were coming hard. Jason's mom after waiting all day got hungry and left the hospital to go get something to eat as she heard that nurse say I had a while to go. Well...little did I know the waiting was over. While the epidural was being put in my back the nurse thought it was interesting how hard I was contracting and why I could not really hold still. She announced that I was at 8cm. That all happened in 10 minutes. In the next 5 everything happened so fast my head was spinning. I heard the nurse say I was at a 10 and it was time to push. I went into full panic mode. I said "Wait..the medicine hasn't kicked in. I can't do this without it." My mom had come back in to check on things and I grabbed her hand. Our original plan was to have just Jas and I in the room but at that moment I needed my mom too. Its amazing even being almost 32 years old you sometimes still need your mommy. She and Jason were very encouraging and tried to keep me calm even though because it hurt sooooo bad I got stubborn and refused to breathe even with oxygen on. I looked over and saw my mom with tears streaming down her face(if you know my mom, she doesn't let anyone see her cry and usually says suck it up and don't let anyone know you're hurt) She was like you have to breathe for your baby. During all the trying to breathe and push and try not to scream like a crazy person I kept hearing my cute husband say...Oh my gosh babe..he is So big...he is HUGE...and there he was...Joshua Paul Moody 8lbs 10 0z, 21.5 inches long.

After he was we had a small scare. He was born with the cord around his neck and they had to use suction to get him out quickly. He had a bruise and a hematoma bump on his head. That was not the scary part. He was born so quickly that part of his lung collapsed and his respiratory rate was really fast. The NICU came and took him with them. I didn't see him for the first 6 hours of his life but Jason got to go give him a bath and give me updates on what was going on. He spent the next 2 days in the NICU breathing pure oxygen to repair his lung and we and a few visitors were allowed to go see him and the last evening and night I was able to go down every 2 hours to feed him. It was strange because I am such a worry wart, but I was so calm. I just knew that everything would be ok. I went to my room felt at peace and that I had something to learn from the experience. We are proud parents and after a crazy pregnancy, delivery and hospital stay we have our little miracle. He is such a sweet boy. Now at 3 1/2 weeks he is pretty much sleeping through the night and starting to make fun little noises. We couldnt be happier. Now our family is complete. My body can't go through another pregnancy. We have been blessed with our boy and our girl and we feel so lucky to be their parents.