Jeremiah 1 verse 5
When Kurt and I first started planning children we knew we wanted to have our first in 2000, after Reed was born we first thought we would wait 5 years before having one more. We soon decided to move that up to 3 years.
Dylan had a different idea though. He was conceived just after Reed's first Birthday.
Making the age gap only 21 months. We quickly accepted the idea since we wanted to be done having children by Kurt and my 30th birthdays. We started to really love the idea that they would be so close together. Reed was just facinated by his new brother growing inside my "tummy". He loved to "play" with Dylan by tapping on my stomach and waiting for Dylan to kick him back. We laughed so hard, "typical brothers...figting already".
We did not to do much to prepare for Dylan's arrival since we found out for sure he was a boy. Reed being the first Grand-child on both sides of our families...had everything plus more. The boy were to share a bedroom so the only thing that needed to be done in there was to move Reed to a toddler bed so that Dylan could have the crib. Well this infact is where the story of Dylan's birth began.
It was September 19th and once again we spent half our night trying to get Reed to sleep through the night. The first time he woke up I was able to get him right back to bed, but the second he would not go back So I told him I would sit right next to his bed so that the "boogy man" would not hurt him.
I woke up at 4:17 am to an awful pain in my back. I had fallen asleep while kneeing on the side of Reed's bed. "Well you dope,: I though to myself. Here I was 8 months pregnant and all scrunched up on the side of his bed. I tried to get up as gingerly as any 8 month pregnant woman can at 4 am. The pain was quite intense, but i thought if I would go lay back in my own bed it soon shall pass. As i laid back down it was apparent this was not right. I felt like I was on the verge of bad pms cramps. It never dawned on me that I was in labor. I eventually did fall asleep though.
Reed woke up at his usual time around 7 am. We ate and sat and watched some tv, so depressing , the only thing that was on was 9/11 coverage. Well I was still not feeling just right, I was having ocassional contractions now but they were not strong so I passed them off as braxton hicks, as i had them ocassionally with Reed to by 8 months. I made up my mind to call the doctor as soon as they opened for the day. So at 9 am I called and told the nurse how i was feeling and that I just wanted to get in to be looked at. She asked a million questions but the only one i still remember is...She asked me if the baby was still moving. I answered yes because I was sure he was, but was in too much pain by this time to tell. So she told me to sit down rise my feet up and start drinking lots of water. I did just that.
We got into the doctors office around 10:30 am totally expecting to he home in about 20 minutes. Boy, were we wrong.
I checked in and submitted the standard urine sample and waiting to be called. My doc got called away to an emergency c-section so they asked if it was ok to see another...FINE! By this time I was in gut holding pain.
I got into the office, they took my weight, complaints, etc...
So then she had me hop on the table to check his heart rate. She had habing trouble finding it, but i admit i was moving too much because of the pain. So the nurse walked out to get another stronger fetal doppler. That one still picked nothing up...now i began to freak-out. I just kept looking at Kurt saying, "OMG theres something wrong...theres something wrong....come on Dilly" Kurt would just look at me and try to calm me. Well then the doctor came in, right away they got me ready for an ultrasound. He said nothing... now i really began to loose it.
Finally the doctor spoke and all he said was..."I'm sorry"
I have no clue what I was thinking at the time or what I said, I was just in a state of shock. First September 11th now this!
So he does an internal exam, I am at 10 centemeters and Fully effaced.
He looked at us and said...get to the hospital NOW!
Well they called ahead to let admitting know that this was not a "happy birth-day"
I sat down in the wheelchair just sobbing in between contractions...happy fricken birthday to me (my birthday was 9/17).
We got into the room and all prepped but the contraction still were very irregular and not strong enough to push, but at this time i had no will power to do so. So the nurse gave me a shot of pitocin to increase the regularity. Soon they were te contractions I rembered having with Reed. Dylan was born silently into gods hand at 12:45 Thursday September 20th, 2001. Still there was another problem...my body was not yet ready NOT to be pregnant. The placenta never detached like it should have under normal birth, but this was everything but normal. So another shot of pitocin was administred to loosen the placenta. 15 minutes later it was finally ready to be birthed. In the time the dear nurse had taken Dylan out to wash him up the best she could. As soon as the placeta was out I immeditely told Kurt, "I need Reed go get him now" So Kurt went to get Reed.
My parents and in-laws were there soon after Kurt and Reed came back. My Mother and my Mother-in-law each took turns holding Dylan. The sweet nurse had taken several pictures of him for us and put together a sweet basket for Reed, to remember is brother by.
The nurses took the time to call our minister as well. So Pastor Dean arrived and I just lost it again. I love him but he was the last person I wanted to see. Birth is supposed to be happy...not like this.
The nurses soon moved me to another section of the hospital to get me away from other laboring mothers and crying babies. They brought Dylan back in again and i help him for about an hour. Then I just had to gove him back. His poor lifeless body had taken a toll from being passed around. His nose began to bleed. So I had to be mom and do what was right for my child, allow him to be at rest.
Right after they took him away I started getting on the nurses about getting out of there. I could not stand the thought of being in a place where I should have had my happy screaming baby boy.
So against their wishes i cecked myself out and promised to come back if I begin to hemmorage, or pass large clots. We called my parents and inlaws and asked if they could come over for Supper. They accepted and came over.