I’m sitting in my little room in the NICU trying to find words for the last few days. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster. By the wall in her little cart is my new daughter Jena (five days old) attached to monitors and feeding tubes. She is peaceful and sleeping, like she has been since she was born.
How can I describe how it was to wake up at 5:30 one morning with my message light blinking on my cell phone, and hearing that birth mom was in labor and on her way to the hospital. Instead of a feeling of excitement and happiness, it was almost a panic and dread that took over me. No! Not today, I’m not ready for it to be today. It’s Brandt’s first day of school, He needs ME to get him on the bus and to snap that all important picture of him climbing the school bus steps.
No! Not today, we are remodeling our upstairs and there are painters and plumbers and trimmers walking through my house, and I can’t let anybody else see what a mess my house is right now.
So for the next hour I ran around my house trying to do things, but in the end, not really doing anything. Gene shoved me out the door with promises of kindergarten pictures, and an arrival at the hospital as soon as he could. I called my mom in Ohio and said, “If you want to come that would be great! You can look in any direction at our house and find at least ten things to do. And sorry but our bathroom is not usable, so we’ll all showering in Gene’s gross farm shower.” (Always try to make things seem as un-appealing as possible, that’s my motto)
I found dear birth mom and her boyfriend a half an hour before she was taken for her c-section. (The baby was breach, in case you are wondering at the discrepancy of first going into labor, and now a c-section) If you are wondering what an adoptive mom talks about with a birth mom and birth dad just before their baby is born, there are plenty of things to discuss, namely the strong odor the anesthesiologist was emitting. Side note to those of you in the medical field: Just SAY NO to the garlic herb and cheese bread that sounds so good. Your patients will thank you. It was also fun to laugh at the incompetence of the nurses, who are raising and lowering the IV poll willy-nilly, like it was an Olympic sport. In other words, we kept it light. Anything deep and dark should have been said by now.
Some doctors and nurses seemed to know why I was there, others didn’t. The IV pole raiser said I wouldn’t be able to be in the operating room because there was no room for more than one support person. Since I had seen her skill first hand first hand with the IV’s it didn’t bother me much. I don’t know about you, but everybody has their own style, and my personality is not necessarily to yell out: BUT I’m not a support person! I’m the mommy! Let me in! When the time came five minutes later, I asked again, this time to the OB, and he gave me the scrubs without a problem.
As it turns out, I did end up being a support person. They had two metal stools perched right beside birth mom’s head where birth dad and I sat. I have never been so grateful for the presence of a man who I only met twice before in my life.
After the baby was born I was little confused as to what to do. The nurses didn’t know that I was the adoptive mother, so the whole NICU staff (or what seemed like it) was crowded around checking her out, that I literally couldn’t see the baby except for her little blue feet up in the air. Do I follow the NICU around panic stricken hollering questions? Do I disappear from the birth mother, who is also my friend?
It turns out I had to do neither. I wasn’t allowed into the NICU until the baby was admitted and stable, and the birthmother was highly sedated, so she didn’t need me either.
So as we settled into the NICU, nurses were chatting and asking all the right questions: So what is this baby’s name? If you remember my previous post, I had said the birth mom gets to name the baby. We had decided to just go with whatever the birth mom named. Our birth mom was heavily sedated and slept all day. So yes, we had a baby who was not officially named for three days.
On Saturday morning I helped birth mom fill out the papers with the baby’s name; but I think that’s another story in itself.
Until next time…you all have a good week!
13 thoughts on “What Went Down”
This is so exciting! Hope all goes well in the coming days and can’t wait to hear the rest of the story. 🙂
Wow. This is heart-throbbing and tear-jerking…I know that little girl is being so loved by you and yours.♥
What?? How can you not tell us the name??
It’s okay, I’m good now. I had to have my moment of panic on your blog. ;D
What an amazing change of plans! Can’t wait to hear more. Blessings to you and your family!
i kinda was not done reading at the end of this post! I do hope you can find time to post again. What an experiance. Something that doesn’t happen just everyday! Can’t wait to hear more about your daughter!
loved reading the first part of the story but I can’t wait for the rest of it. so glad everything went well!
We’re all ears with following your story, Andrea. I just can’t imagine the emotions you guys must be going through with all of this. I’m so glad she’s safely here and I will pray for all of you! Your motto (Always try to make things seem as un-appealing as possible) made me laugh so hard. Surely we are sisters in this. 😉
oh way to leave us hanging!but i loved the first edition. God’s timing is rarely ours, right? i can’t wait to see what all he has up his sleeve for your family!love non-agressive you. 🙂
Reading this makes my heart beat quicken. I take it mommy went into labor early. I wonder how early? I hope things are going well, and baby girl will be able to come home from the hospital to join your little family soon! She is so lucky to have you!
So interesting to hear how everything happened. As always, love your sense of humor through it all. And I can see why it didn’t seem like a good day for a new baby, but happy to hear that she is here. And that name is so pretty. I love it! Wondering how it is going by now…
anxiously waiting for part 2!! i hope things are going well for you all…
my heart raced a bit for you reading this…i think that would have so been my reaction too to her coming on a day i hadn’t had “planned.”and i felt bad for you that no one knew you were the adoptive mom~ but what are you supposed to do, wear a button?you just seem amazing.. to write about something so life changing w/ such calm and even humor!!i hope these first days have went well. look forward to hearing the rest of the story…