Here’s the Birth Story of my beautiful baby boy, Jason Stanley Marshall, Jr:
On Wednesday, October 28th, 2009, I had a check-up with a neonatal specialist to measure my amniotic fluid, which had been on the low end of normal for the past two weeks. That day’s doctor appointment found close to NO amniotic fluid left…. and he recommended an emergency C-section within the next 24 hours.
I was already 38 weeks pregnant, with a C-section scheduled for the following week (because the baby was breech, with little chance of turning on his own), so this doctor wasn’t too concerned about the timing of this one. This baby was practically full term anyway. He called my doctors, and they wanted me in the operating room ASAP!!! (At this point, I was overcome with nervous laughter and couldn’t grasp the fact that in just a matter of HOURS, I would be a mommy!)
So, the next hour was spent traveling home, making phone calls to family members, packing stuff frantically, and running BACK to the hospital. Talk about no chance to rest - I went straight from work to the appointment, to a frenzied stop at home, to the OR…. I was ushered right in, no chance to breathe & was simultaneously getting hooked up to an IV on one arm, getting blood drawn on the other, and being asked tons of questions by another nurse, all while Jason was registering me at admissions and changing into scrubs.
Next thing I know, I’m heading down to the room where my baby will be born, scared to death of course of the ginormous needle about to go into my back, never mind the major abdominal surgery about to take place (I had planned on delivering naturally… no drugs, no epidural… talk about a change of plan!!).
The worst part of it all was that Jason was told to wait outside until AFTER the anasthesia took effect. The anasthesia was the part I NEEDED him for! My emotions immediately took over & I began to cry… then apologize out of embarrassment. Jason was out in the hallway shouting encouragement, while I sobbed into a blanket, tried to quote “No Fear” Bible verses, and attempted to not jump every time the anasthesiologist tried to stick me in the back. Not a pleasant experience, & one I hope I NEVER have to repeat!!
Believe it or not, that truly was the worst of it. Jason came in, my lower half went numb rather quickly, I had a brief feeling of nausea & dizziness, & next thing I know, Jason’s getting the camera ready to film the birth of our baby!!!
Since the baby was breech, as the doctor made his incision and began to pull out the baby, he announced the gender by saying something like this: “I see scrotum! He’s coming out balls first!” Not as appealing and romantic as the words, “It’s a boy!” but…. still it was exciting to finally KNOW!
We decided to name him Jason Stanley Marshall, Jr… and hoped that he would end up looking like his daddy (because who can tell right at birth how a kid’s really going to end up looking?). We were blessed, because Jason Jr. sure is a spitting image of his dad!!
So here are the stats for Jason Stanley Marshall, Jr:
Born Wednesday, October 28, 2009 at 5:36 p.m.
7 lbs, 0 oz & 19 inches long
Much of what occurred immediately following surgery I don’t really recall… except that I did eventually get some snuggle time with my baby. :) While I recovered, he got his first bath, with Daddy recording much of it, and he got his sugars checked several times, since they were running a little low. By 3 a.m., all visitors had left, final sugars were checked, and we were all ready for bed…. sort of. :) The nurse wheeled little Jason in to my room, & his beautiful dark eyes were looking out of his bassinet right at me. I couldn’t bear to fall asleep while he was still awake, so I stared back at him…. for a full hour until he fell asleep! I then fell asleep, too…. only to be awakened 45 minutes later by his grunts and “waking” noises, which he continued to make for the next 2 hours.
After all I’d been through that day, you’d think that I would have been exhausted, but instead I was on an adrenaline high, looking at my beautiful baby & seeing just how amazing God is!
A perfect little baby, perfect little toes and fingers, lips and nose, sweet little chin & adorable little dimples… perfectly formed and fashioned by God’s hands. What a miracle!
I won’t bore you with the details of the next few days in the hospital, which were not entirely pleasant. We had some fights with doctors and LOTS of tears on my end over a baby who would rather sleep than eat, but once we got home with him things got much easier. Our Little Man became a champion eater, and the memories of the struggles in the hospital became distant and blurred.
All I know is that I have a wonderful little baby boy who brings me such joy. I have a wonderful husband who loves both him and me sooo very much, and I have a wonderful God who blessed me with the two most amazing men in the world. My prayer, and what I am striving for as a parent, is that we can raise our son to be a man after God’s own heart!