To be honest, I wasn't sure how to start this blog post or how to conclude it. I am no longer pregnant, having given birth to our amazing son, Preston Richard Pollington on August 1 at 6:55pm. I had an emergency c-section due to concerns of Preston being too big to fit through my pelvic area. This kind of thing happens sometimes with women who have gestational diabetes. We have bigger babies and therefore are more prone to complications giving birth naturally.
So I had a c-section after what seemed like the fastest and slowest 4 hours of my life. My water broke at home around 2pm, while everyone was out doing stuff and I was home alone for a few minutes. I had no contractions until we were on our way to the hospital, but they were not horrible yet. Only after we got to the hospital and in my room did they get really bad. By then I had been in labor for about 2 hours and it was somewhere in the 4pm hour. The next two hours were excruciating and then around 6pm the on-call doctor came in and talked to us.
My ultrasound I had the day before showed Preston to be 9lbs. 4oz with +/- 1lb 6oz variant. So he could have been born a 10lb+ baby or in the high 7lbs range. They didn't want to take any chances and neither did we so 45 minutes later, Preston was born, a healthy 7lb 12oz. I guess I really did do a good job of keeping my blood sugar levels to a normal level during the second half of my pregnancy. It was really hard sometimes to do, but it all worked out. :)
The real fun began after Preston was born. There ended up being some complications with me anyway and I had to stay in the hospital for 6 days. Jason and Preston stayed in the hospital with me the whole time. Let's just say, we ended up watching a lot of the Olympics. We also had the good sense to bring our netflix dvd with us, which was a few episodes of the 1st season of Fringe. When we couldn't take it anymore, Jason went out and bought the 1st season of Modern Family, which is something we should have done much sooner. I love that show!
After we got home, I was still pretty weak, but very grateful to be home with my family and out of the hospital. Needless to say, 5 weeks after Preston was born, I am still recovering but doing much better than I was. When I go in for my postpartum check up on 9/21, I'm hoping my doctor gives me the okay that my incision has healed fully and I can start lifting heavier things. This will be awesome because then, Preston and I can go for walks each day, get some fresh air. Right now, I am not allowed to lift anything heavier than my son, who is a little over 9lbs now, probably. Therefore, I can't lift the carrier or get the stroller down the front door stairs to go out. But soon we'll be able to make our escape from the house everyday. :)
Anyway, I hope I don't sound like I'm complaining, because I could definitely go into the details of my ailments the past 5 weeks. I don't want to do that though. See, in the end, despite how hard it has been, plus add on top of that the sheer exhaustion that comes with having a newborn, it was/is all worth it. Would I do some things differently to somehow prevent some of my ailments, absolutely, but I wouldn't trade having our little munchkin for anything in the world. He's our precious little drama king, our little baby Preston.
