Tuesday night I went in to be induced. All throughout the night our baby wasn’t tolerating my contractions, so at 5:15 the next morning they took me back for a C-section. Of course I was nervous and shaking like crazy. Once I was all set up and really numb they began my C-section. At 6:25 am my son Wes was born. I was waiting to hear his cry as I looked at my husband and asked, “Is he out? Why can’t I hear him?!” He told me they had already taken him to the other room. After that my husband went with the baby, and they wheeled me into the postnatal room, which was packed with family.
We were all waiting patiently for them to bring me my baby, when after about 45 minutes a doctor from the NICU came in. He wasn’t very professional and had a really bad bedside manner. He made it sound like my son wasn’t going to make it. I was bawling, and the worst part was I hadn’t even been able to hold or see him. My family asked if I could see him, so they wheeled my bed into the NICU. I grabbed my son’s hand and cried; I was upset I didn’t get to hold him.
I was so anxious to bring my baby boy home. It seemed like every day something new came up. We were getting very frustrated; we kept asking when he would come home and they kept saying it’s really up to him. The NICU doctor said he thought it would be about a week. Well, that was not the case at all. Baby Wes stayed in the NICU for three whole weeks. The last week the only thing keeping him there was that he wasn’t eating enough. He eventually started eating way better, and we took a class the week prior to going home. They had handmade blankets that people donated and gave one to each of us. Finally, at the start of the fourth week, he got to come home. That was the happiest day! We were so glad to finally bring our little bundle of joy home.
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