Delivery/Hospital Stay

From the moment this little boy was placed in my arms, I have been in absolute heaven! He is such a wonderful little baby boy and we have loved every second of having him in our family.

OK, so here is the birth story. The Sunday before Kellan was born, I started showing signs of pre-ecclampsia. My blood pressure had already been too high at my last several appointments, then I woke up and my hands and face were swollen. I had pre-ecclampsia with Mason, so I'm at higher risk to get it again.

So, we headed in to labor and delivery and after a few hours, they sent us home because my blood pressure finally started to go down, and all of my tests were negative for pre-ecclampsia. Then, at my Dr. appointment on Tuesday, Dec. 1st my blood pressure was up really high again and I was still swollen so my Dr. decided that she didn't want to take the risk of keeping me pregnant, so she had me walk across the street to the American Fork Hospital and they admitted me. Luckily, I had guessed that there was a good chance that all of this might happen, so I had my hospital bag in the car already.

I called Dan while he was at work, and he hopped in the car and came to meet me. While he was on his way, I started to get really nervous. I had had them go ahead and get me hooked up to my IV, but I wouldn't let them give me my pitocin until Dan arrived. Dan came, and I had him give me a blessing, because I was getting super scared and that calmed me down a lot. Being the super big wuss that I am, I got my epidural just about 30 minutes after they started my pitocin, which was great. My epidural was such a good one this time. I could still feel all the pressure, and maybe just a hint of pain, but nothing really painful.

At about 10pm I was fully dilated and ready to start pushing. The Dr asked me to give her a mini push just to see how things might go, then she prepped me for delivery. So, on the next contraction she told me to bear down. I started pushing and she was saying, "Wow, I think on the next push, he will be out." and I was thinking, Give me a break, you can't have a baby in 2 pushes. But, sure enough, on the next push his head was out and with one more small push, he was here! It was so great!!!

My poor little man came out super bruised though. They even had to put a sign in his bassinet that said "I am bruised" because he looked like he was turning blue from lack of oxygen. The next day and a half went smooth and we were able to take him home on Thursday morning.

He got to visit with lots of fun people in the Hospital. Grandma Hubbs came to visit him, and brought along his brothers for their first glimpse of him. So did Papa Gary and Papa Levor. Grandma Oldham had a cold, so she didn't want to come and risk getting him sick. Jim and Megan also came, bringing us an awesome baby blanket!

Isn't he perfect? I love this little man!