He's here, He's here. Alexander Emerson Wheat has arrived. 9lbs 2 oz and 22 inches long. We are so happy so thrilled to have this lil man, who was born by caesarean on the 22nd.
I went in on the 21st to be induced at 41 weeks and 3 days, labored for 24 hours and our Alex still would not line up with the birth canal. The hubbin and I were exhausted. We had beena in constant prayer the whole time, and we were at the decision making point. So when the Dr. announced that Alex simply was not going to come on down and a caesarean would be neccesary, although hubby was a somewhat afraid for me, we both agreed I and Alex had given it our best.
The hardest part of the whole ordeal was prepping for surgery, then being laid down flat angel style on my back and waiting for it all to begin, but before I could ask if they had started yet, they were showing me over the veil a beautiful brown baby who was screaming his head off. Hubbin was smiling and trying to get me to focus my eyes. I was breathing big sighs of relief, he was here. My spirit was shouting thank you thank you thank you.
Alex, sigh Alex is the most beautiful handsome little boy we have ever laid our eyes on. I am ecstatic that he looks just like his daddy, since I think my hubby is quit handsome. All I do is kiss his lil fat rolls and his cheeks. When everyone is home and in bed and invariably watching Care Bears cause that is Layna's thing now, I marvel at the goodness of God. All I ever wanted was a family and here they are. God is good.
Now the aftermath
I didn't heal right, developed a hematoma,a blood clot, my incision also opened up just a bit and I had a tunnel which is basically another part of the wound that didn't close right. As a result, I am now on antibiotics to keep off infection. I have a home health nurse who came and attached wound vac inside my wound to help me heal from the inside out. I have to wear the contraption for 6-8 weeks or maybe 4-6 on the low end.
No driving and no fun summer trips. Which the last part there really sucks I wanted hubby and Layna to have fun wife/mama back and to do stuff. Sigh....I can't even drive or clean or pick up Layna or Alex for that matter. I tried to get back to my routine, result, wound vac detached had to call nurse out early. When she learned I had given Layna a bath she fussed for a solid 20 minutes, and reiterated i was to do nothing if i wanted to heal. She told my aunt and family the same thing and before she left she said and i quote "respect the wound, I mean you have a hole in your stomach"--that caught my attention. So I have been resting, and trying not to go out of my mind thinking of the millionth thing I wanted and had planned to do this summer for the family and the hubby and Layna and the house. Only great spot is that I am so tuned in to Alex during the day. But I immediately wish I could have Layna here during the day too, and I consciously turn away from feeling guilty about that. So weekends are Layna days with mama.
I don't really care about the set back. I will heal from this because God is a healer. I will bounce back from this better than ever. I am so happy and grateful I don't know what to do. God is good and his mercy lasts forever and ever.
Psalms 30:2
O LORD my God, I called to you for help and you healed me.
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