It was the morning of July 24th, the morning we would meet our baby boy.
I woke up at 4:30am (let's be serious, I barely slept that night), showered and we made it to the hospital right at 6am!
The nurse came to get us, shortly after we arrived. Everything moved so promptly. At that point, I instantly felt the anxiety rush through my body. Those of you who know me, know that I have horrible anxiety, horrible. Pregnancy helped regulate it, but the morning of my c-section, it was like it came at me 100%. The sweetest nurse was prepping me, getting my IV in and Doug and I were pretty much just hanging out, talking about what was to come. BTW, I loved seeing him in scrubs!
When my doctor walked in and started talking to me about what was happening next, that's pretty much when I lost it and couldn't control the tears until after I saw my son. I was a complete wreck the entire time. As I continue to type this, I can't help but flash back to that day and start getting emotional all over again. It was all truly amazing and miraculous.
7:30am quickly rolled around and there I went. Doug had to wait in the hall while they got my epidural ready and got me situated. As I lay there in the cold OR, I prayed to myself that our baby would be healthy and that everything would go smoothly. This being my first child, I literally had no idea what to expect. Yes, my doctor walked me through it step by step more than once but the unknowns were still so scary to me. I remember crying so hard because I was scared and so nervous. Since Doug wasn't there, my Doc let me squeeze his hand as the epidural was placed. I kinda feel bad, I think I just about broke his hand. All of a sudden, I was flushed with anxiety as I couldn't feel anything any longer. I immediately got nauseated and had to keep taking deep breaths. During all this, I cried the whole time, wondering when Doug would be able to come back into the room. After what seemed like hours, he was finally next to me. I knew they had gotten started because I heard my doctor tell me that I was doing great so far and I could also feel pressure. I kept my eyes on Doug, clenching his hand as I just cried. I kept asking if he could see anything. I remember hearing one of the other doctors joking how our baby might come out wearing a cheesehead. :)
At some point I told Doug that I loved him and all of a sudden I hear them say that they're about to push the baby out. I felt pressure and tugging but no pain whatsoever. I heard them say he had a lot of dark hair and then I heard the most beautiful sound, my son's first faint cry. I kept asking Doug if he was ok and if he had everything. Ha ha. :)
All of a sudden, this beautiful baby boy was placed on my chest and I seriously couldn't contain myself. I will never forget that precious moment. The moment that I shared with my husband, welcoming our baby boy into the world. It was pure love at first sight.
Shortly after surgery was done, there we went into the recovery room where we were able to spend a little time together with our son. I told Doug that I fell more in love with him that day. It truly brought us closer.
I am beyond grateful, beyond blessed and am so incredibly happy to have our healthy baby boy!
Marshall Douglas Eason was born at 7:55am, weighing 6lbs 9oz and 20 inches long.
Welcome to the world sweet baby boy!
