I have written about this experience once before, but I thought today would be a good day to revisit this amazing event in our lives. This is something I want this boy to know. He is a miracle.
Here's a funny Hess family fact....
#1 (girl) - due 11/18 - born 11/11
#2 (boy) - due 10/10 born 10/4
#3 (girl) - due 9/9 born 9/4
#4 (boy) - due 1/1 born 12/28
Okay, do you see a pattern? #5 was the most difficult child to conceive. It took a couple years. With him, I was due on 1/16, and he was a boy. He is also the first that I had an epidural with. Looking back now, I think I must have been crazy not to with the others, but I had some huge control issues prior to #5's birth. In short, this child was different. He broke all of the patterns.
So, here's the rest of the story.....
I found a doctor that a friend had recommended years prior. He had performed a surgery for me in my early 20s. When I went to see him the first time, it was clear that this was going to be a different experience this go 'round. Because I already had four children, I already knew the ropes, and he didn't need to take the time with me. I was pretty much in, weighed, and sent on my way.
Each time I went and felt more and more uneasy after I left.
On one occasion, I ran into my children's pediatrician leaving his office. It was clear that she adored this doctor and thought he was wonderful, so I went along with it being sure that eventually I would come to see all of that wonderfulness too.
I woke, in real life, with a wet pillow. I believe I was mid-sob because I remember trying to catch my breath. I woke the Warden and told him what had just happened. He assured me that it was just a dream and that I should go back to sleep. I tried.
The next day, the dream haunted me. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. I had to figure out how I was going to let it go. It seemed so real. I dealt with these feelings for two weeks.
I had to do something!
I called the Warden, shared my new insight, and asked for his input. He said that I should try my previous doctor and I could at least ask. The worst they could say is no.
I gathered my courage and called. The doctor was out, but would I like to leave a voice mail for his assistant? "Sure."
On Monday morning, first thing, I received a phone call. The doctor's assistant was flabbergasted that I'd been told that he wouldn't deliver for me. Of course, he would. Could I come in the next morning to be seen?
I went in and waited. When the doctor came in, I was SO happy to see him. I felt sudden peace. I knew things were going to be okay.
I told him I didn't know, but I had no reason to believe he wasn't." He examined me, and we went into his office to discuss the future. Everything was normal. He told me that the earliest a doctor could induce was just inside of two weeks, so right then and there, he set up an induction date of January 3rd--13 days prior to the due date.
I continued to see him for those weeks. The morning of January 3rd, I woke up very nervous. What if....What if....I just couldn't get the nervousness to pass. Was I being wise to follow this plan?
We arrived at the hospital very early. It was still dark outside. The induction was started. Everything went smoothly. The baby arrived just fine. I was so relieved.
After his birth, I laid there and held #5 while the doctor continued his work. After a few minutes, he asked me a few questions....Was I sure of this baby's due date? Is there any chance he was overdue? No, the ultrasounds all said January 16th. He was early.
The doctor showed me the placenta. He asked me to remember the previous childbirth experiences. Had I ever seen a placenta like this before? No. To be honest, I had never really inspected the placentas before, so I wasn't really sure what I was looking at, but this one did not look healthy.
The doctor then added that had we not delivered the baby that day, he might not have survived.