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Ten Years Ago…

Cody20MinutesOld ten years ago
Cody at 20 minutes old.

… on a crisp Monday morning, Greg, my Mom and I drove to my OBGYN’s office (for my 9:00 am appointment) to see if I was ready to have the baby that had so lovingly taken up residence in my ever-expanding belly. The plan was to induce me if I wasn’t dilated enough.

I was ten days past my due date.

I was so ready! When the doctor examined me, she said I was dilated enough, but she could feel hair. Hair?!?! My little boy’s head was right there! Yay! She said it was time to go to the hospital, get induced, and she would be over to deliver my bouncing baby boy shortly.

But my precious cargo had other plans.

My doctor’s office is located right next door to the hospital. I could just waddle over, but my dear hubby drove me from one parking lot to the other.

I really did NOT want to be induced. I had planned a natural childbirth my entire pregnancy. It is what I wanted. I also realized I was past my due date and although I had a wonderful pregnancy. The last ten days… I was miserable. It was time.

My little bundle of joy still had other plans for us.

Lucky for me the nurse that got me ready before my doctor was to come over and deliver my pride and joy, took the initiative and examined me first. Remember, my doctor had just examined me less than 30 minutes earlier.

I thank God for this nurse.

After a brief examination, she says, I’ll be right back…

… a few minutes later, she returns with an ultrasound machine, and two more nurses.

What the heck?

She tells me that she wants to see something real quick. I’m starting to feel panicky. I mean something must be wrong for her to be acting this way. She then says, “Honey, your baby is breech. He was butt first. I knew it! I told Greg and my Mom several times over the last ten days that what the doctor said was his head, felt like his butt to me. This also explained why I was 10 days past my due date and had no contractions to speak of.

She called my doctor, informed her (why she didn’t know… I’ll never know) of the situation and suggested a c-section.

C-Section. No! This was not in my plans.

Yet, I didn’t care. Whatever it took to make sure my baby was okay.

Things started happening fast, then. It was all a bit of a blur. One nurse scared me with some information. My mom knew she did, and did her best to calm me. Thank goodness she was able to be there. My Mom came in from Kentucky the day before my due date. So she had been with me for eleven days now.

But I digress.

I received the dreaded epidural. The anesthesiologist was wonderful. From his voice to his demeanor, he made me feel at ease. And I truthfully felt no pain or discomfort whatsoever, with the epidural.

Thankfully, Greg was able to go into the operating room with me. He made me feel relaxed, and the nurse that had scared me earlier came in and whispered in my ear that she had been mistaken. And apologized.

Talk about a load taken off my mind. I was able to relax and enjoy — well, I don’t know if enjoy is the correct word, but I was able to be in the moment.  And what a few moments it was. It didn’t take long at all once they got me prepped until Cody came out a peeing. Yep. Greg said he started peeing as soon as she pulled him out.

He. Was. Beautiful.

The tears just flowed. As I type this… the tears are running down my cheeks.

I had waited all my life for that moment. I didn’t know it, until that moment. I’m not sure if there are other reasons for me to be here on Earth, but I know that I was suppose to bring Cody into this world.

I loved him the moment I saw his peanut body on the ultrasound on my birthday, April 17, 2002. That love was confirmed on November 25, 2002 at 12:03 p.m.

I can’t believe that was ten years ago. It really does seem like yesterday that I held him in my arms for the first time. Those huge eyes looking back at me, reflecting all that is good in me. He is my heart!

I love you Cody! Happy Birthday!!!



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