Part Three: And then there were Five
Pretty much from the moment he was laid on my chest I thought I knew his name.
He just had this look about him.
But the OR was not the place, in my opinion, to start in on that discussion. I wanted to just soak up every moment with him and I and his daddy. I thought he looked like Henry with Ben's lips. He was just so perfect.
I had Scott text the very first picture of my son and I to my brother and sister in Texas. Being far away sucks, but they have bragging rights that they got to see him before anybody else.
The time came for the nurse to take my son from me.
When I made a sad face and told her I hated that part,
she quickly said
"Oh no, he's not going to the NICU, He's going to your room. You'll just be a few minutes behind him."
You guys.
My heart was OVERJOYED.
I had not been told that they were changing protocol with normal, healthy, term c-section babies. They are now having them in recovery with their mothers. This was something I had dreamed of. I had even, before I got pregnant, kicked around the idea of switching doctors so that I could deliver at one of the other hospitals in town for the very reason of wanting to recover with my baby. This was just one of so many situations surrounding my sons birth that was such an incredible blessing from God. One I had not even prayed for, yet He knew my heart and answered. How awesome, truly, is our God?
So Scott and our son left to go back to our room while they finished up with me.
And this is yet another reason that having Ginnie was invaluable. I had no idea that my nurse had allowed our parents and boys to wait in our room instead of out in the waiting room. So when Scott walked in with the baby they had these beautiful moments of my sons meeting each other. Scott getting hugged and supported and cheered. Such incredibly, real, raw, beautiful moments that I cry over every time I look at these images.
Kills me. Every. Time. Such a beautiful moment. He was and is completely enamored with his youngest brother.
Then Scott and the boys and our parents went out in the waiting room to announce the arrival of our littlest man.
I've said it before, I'll say it again, I LOVE this family. It was early. And on a week day, and yet we filled the waiting room. There were even uncles fighting to get in to see him first before they had to go to work. We are just so blessed.
And then Scott decided to take the boys back to our room to wait for me, but as they walked towards my room, I was being wheeled down the hall from the other direction. I will never forget how overjoyed I was to come down that hall towards the men I love so dearly. It was such a beautiful moment. Again, so perfectly captured by Ginnie. (Who later confessed she was just praying everything was in focus because she couldn't stop crying ;)
I like to call my expression: "My face does weird things on drugs". At least this time I didn't have the one-eyed winking thing like I usually do.
I adore this image. I love my mother-in-law so much. And am continually blessed by how she loves me.
I couldn't stop rubbing his little fuzzy head. The nurses kept coming back and putting his beanie on. I kept taking it back off to rub his head ;)
Mama2 snuck in all my nieces. Everyone was excited to see the baby, but these girls were DYING to see him. So fun.
Davi came and she was the only one we discussed names with. Scott had one. I had one. She liked both. A fat load of help she was ;) (And with all the drugs, by that evening I did not even remember that she came. Seriously, I do NOT do drugs well)
They switched us to our room. I tried to rest. But the adrenaline and hormones and drugs don't make it very easy.
Afternoon rolled around and Scott decided we had put it off long enough. His son needed a name. Again, I had mine. He had his. Honestly, he could have been either. But in the end Scott agreed.
He was our perfect little Wesley Ryan.
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