The last three weeks have been a whirlwind! Cameron Keith Ool joined us in dramatic fashion on February 12th at 6:22pm. He measured 19.5" long and weighed in at 7lb 13oz. After spending a few days at the hospital and now a couple weeks at home, we are working our way into a new routine... our new normal is what I keep telling Kevin. Our baby boy could not be sweeter and has proven to be a huge hit with the family, a perk of being the first grandchild/nephew on either side of our family.
While things are finally settling down at home, as I mentioned above, Cameron's entrance into this world did not exactly go as we had "planned." Cameron was due on 2/11. Once we realized he was not going to arrive on time, I planned to continue going to work so that I would have as much time at home with him once he actually arrived. Monday, 2/11 came and went and I headed to work on 2/12 expecting nothing more exciting than a doctor's appointment that afternoon to confirm that we would go into the hospital Wednesday night, 2/13 for an induction on Thursday morning, 2/14. We were not thrilled with the thought of a Valentine's Day baby, I don't want my boy sharing his special day with the rest of America, but knowing that there was light at the end of the tunnel was worth it.
Tuesday afternoon as my appointment approached, I realized that I was having some pain that I couldn't really put my finger on, in fact, I text messaged Kevin that I was not in labor, but I was definitely in pain. Little did I know I was in labor. After realizing the pain was getting progressively worse and at a regular pace, I headed to the doctor's office early just in case. After alerting Kevin to the early departure, they rushed me into the doctor. My regular exam showed that I was no more advanced toward labor than I had been. We discussed my going home until the contractions became stronger and closer together, but after I asked Dr. Hix how I am supposed to know when that happens, we decided to hang out at the hospital for a while to see how I progressed. Asking him that question was the best thing that I could have possibly done because we would have been half an hour away from the hospital when Cameron decided to start causing trouble.
We headed down to the ER to get hooked up and gauge how strong my contractions really were. After an hour and still no progress, they were able to tell that my contractions were too strong to send me home and we would begin my induction early. The nurse announced that we were going to have a baby and we happily called family to let them know we were going to check in and get induced. After getting up to grab our things, they laid me back down to get me into a room and immediately, we knew there was a problem. The nurses were struggling to find Cameron's heart beat after hooking me back up to all of the monitors. Once they did find it, it was less than half the rate it was supposed to be. The nurses positioned me about ten different ways before finding something that gave Cameron some relief and had put me on oxygen as they frantically tried to track down the on-call doctor. As they started calling out stats that I knew were troublesome and more and more nurses and staff filled the room, we began to panic. The on-call doctor arrived and after a quick discussion, they explained that the intense contractions, but lack of movement were too stressful on Cameron and a c-section was our only option. They told us that our son would be here in the next 30 minutes.
Kevin was ushered away to change and I was prepped for surgery. Cameron arrived just minutes later and the fireworks had not quite died down. We couldn't hear him cry for some time. The doctors said nothing as they worked, but we knew he had arrived. I waited for the doctors to tell us what was happening and they finally explained that his chord was wrapped around his neck twice and they just needed to get him to a place where he could breathe comfortably. Finally, we heard him cry and everyone in the room cheered! It had to have been the longest hour in our lives, but our beautiful baby boy was finally here!
Now that we are a three weeks removed from the event it is hard to imagine life without Cameron. We have officially classified him as a good baby. He is a happy little camper most of the time aside from an hour of what we have deemed "fussy time" before bed. He is a very healthy eater who gained a full pound in the first week he was home from the hospital. He is also a pretty good sleeper waking only to eat and going back down pretty easily.
Now begins the task of getting him on a schedule before I return to work... and losing the baby weight. :) Wish me luck!
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