*Hey everyone! Just as a heads up: THIS IS LONG! I wrote this one early morning during my maternity leave to remember everything that lead up to us having our sweet son, Brady. There will be four parts to this story, and I hope you stick around for all four! These posts serve two purposes. The first is for memory sake, so that I can remember the moments, the details, the emotions that brought us to where we are now. The second purpose, and the one that really holds dear to my heart, is that this will bring HOPE to others. Whether it is hope for having a baby, or something else that you're longing for, my prayer is that my story gives seeds of hope to those who need it. So if you read this and you know someone who could benefit from hearing my story, please feel free to share with them. I'm a firm believer that everyone's story can help someone else, no matter how big or small you may feel it is.*
It was 2am on October 9th, 2016 and I needed to get out of my hospital bed to use the restroom. When I went to get up, my water broke. I walked over to the toilet, and knew it was happening. I was about to give birth to my son. I called over to Jearen to wake up, saying that I think my water broke, and he rushed over. I wasn’t panicked, but laughed and said “well now what?” Mind you, we were told I would be in the hospital on bed rest for weeks, and it had only been 4 days. We had no time to take a breathing class, birthing course, nothing. Jearen called for our nurse, and she did a test to see if my water did in fact break. She confirmed it, and we just laughed again. Like ok, here we go. We literally just talked last night about being ready in case he decided to come out early, threw together a birth plan, and prayed. Like just a few hours ago. It was surreal and exciting. I was surprisingly not nervous.
This day, although two months ahead of schedule, was here and it meant that we got to meet our son, our BAM. We wheeled off to the labor section of the hospital (I was staying in the antepartum wing) and went into a delivery room. They decided it was too small of a room since I was going to need the NICU staff, being only 31 weeks and two days pregnant. We were placed into the largest room they had, with four floor to ceiling windows. Jearen had called his Dad to tell him I was in labor, and he drove up to the hospital right away. The two of them packed up our hospital room quickly while I was given another round of Magnesium to stop contractions (I guess they thought that even though my water broke, we could still prolong labor). Jearen and his Dad were right there to cool me off with cold rags since the magnesium made me insanely hot. It went by quickly and wasn’t as intense as the first time around. The nurse measured me to see how dilated I was, and I was around a 3-4. I then asked for an epidural immediately, and because of the magnesium, they had to draw my blood first before the doctor could give me the epidural. That was literally the longest and hardest part of this labor. I began feeling my contractions and knew time was ticking. Finally the blood work took place, which meant the doctor could come in and give me my epidural.
Jearen was very involved with my pregnancy, always at every doctor’s visit and what not. He laughed when they told me he had to sit down when they gave me my epidural. He is strong and doesn’t get sick to his stomach, but apparently, some guys pass out when they see the needle, and they have to inforce the "sit down rule". The epidural was perfect and did not make me lose all feelings of my legs as some have told me they experienced. The doctor measured my dilatation again and I was at an 8. They did a little more prep work, and then I was at a +1, meaning I was ready to push. The on call doctor, who we literally just met the day before walked in and was ready to deliver my baby. I know some women would hate not having their personal OBGYN doctor deliver for them, but I was at complete peace. I knew she could do her job, no worries. Jearen was right by my side as it came time to push, along with a nurse who I just met. When it came time to push, I did so a few times while not taking deep enough breaths. I remember the nurse and doctor being SO kind in helping me and encouraging me to basically breathe push this baby out. I was thanking them and telling them how much I appreciated their help and kindness immediately after Brady was born.
Brady Glenn Myers, born at 7:16am, was placed on my stomach while Jearen cut the cord, and then he was taken by a NICU nurse a few feet away to be weighed and cleaned off. I just starred at amazement at him as he was being cleaned up. Our miracle was finally in the world for us to see. The sun was rising outside of those four big windows, and I just experienced God’s love in a whole new way. I had an adrenaline like never before. Brady was placed before me to kiss before being sent down to the NICU. Jearen went down there with him, and I sat on that hospital bed feeling nothing but peace. I wasn’t scared of what just happened. I wasn’t scarred of Brady being in the NICU. God blessed me in that moment in such a real way that I had nothing but Joy! I grabbed my phone that was playing Bethel Worship Music beside me, and called my sister Kim. Jearen had all of our family notified around 4:30 am when I was getting the epidural that I was going into labor. I shared with her the good news about Brady and was on cloud 9. Then I called my Dad and he thought I just drank a few cups of coffee with my chipper tone of voice. I was just so excited. I couldn’t help it.
Family greeted me as I was wheeled down to the NICU. Jearen and I went over to where our son was, and a NICU doctor gave me a whole low down of what was going on. I can’t remember a single word he said because I was tired, his words were overwhelming, and I was on a natural high. We took our first picture with our son, and I beamed with pride. Our little 3 pound 3 ounce baby was perfect to me in every way. He would stay in the NICU for another month & a half to grow, but what a miracle. From before he was ever created, to the time he entered the world, every single thing has been a miracle before my very eyes. I am forever thankful and blessed for this gift from God. BAM, on the day you were born, you changed my life in the best way possible, and I am honored to be your mom and share your story with the world!
It was 2am on October 9th, 2016 and I needed to get out of my hospital bed to use the restroom. When I went to get up, my water broke. I walked over to the toilet, and knew it was happening. I was about to give birth to my son. I called over to Jearen to wake up, saying that I think my water broke, and he rushed over. I wasn’t panicked, but laughed and said “well now what?” Mind you, we were told I would be in the hospital on bed rest for weeks, and it had only been 4 days. We had no time to take a breathing class, birthing course, nothing. Jearen called for our nurse, and she did a test to see if my water did in fact break. She confirmed it, and we just laughed again. Like ok, here we go. We literally just talked last night about being ready in case he decided to come out early, threw together a birth plan, and prayed. Like just a few hours ago. It was surreal and exciting. I was surprisingly not nervous.
This day, although two months ahead of schedule, was here and it meant that we got to meet our son, our BAM. We wheeled off to the labor section of the hospital (I was staying in the antepartum wing) and went into a delivery room. They decided it was too small of a room since I was going to need the NICU staff, being only 31 weeks and two days pregnant. We were placed into the largest room they had, with four floor to ceiling windows. Jearen had called his Dad to tell him I was in labor, and he drove up to the hospital right away. The two of them packed up our hospital room quickly while I was given another round of Magnesium to stop contractions (I guess they thought that even though my water broke, we could still prolong labor). Jearen and his Dad were right there to cool me off with cold rags since the magnesium made me insanely hot. It went by quickly and wasn’t as intense as the first time around. The nurse measured me to see how dilated I was, and I was around a 3-4. I then asked for an epidural immediately, and because of the magnesium, they had to draw my blood first before the doctor could give me the epidural. That was literally the longest and hardest part of this labor. I began feeling my contractions and knew time was ticking. Finally the blood work took place, which meant the doctor could come in and give me my epidural.
Jearen was very involved with my pregnancy, always at every doctor’s visit and what not. He laughed when they told me he had to sit down when they gave me my epidural. He is strong and doesn’t get sick to his stomach, but apparently, some guys pass out when they see the needle, and they have to inforce the "sit down rule". The epidural was perfect and did not make me lose all feelings of my legs as some have told me they experienced. The doctor measured my dilatation again and I was at an 8. They did a little more prep work, and then I was at a +1, meaning I was ready to push. The on call doctor, who we literally just met the day before walked in and was ready to deliver my baby. I know some women would hate not having their personal OBGYN doctor deliver for them, but I was at complete peace. I knew she could do her job, no worries. Jearen was right by my side as it came time to push, along with a nurse who I just met. When it came time to push, I did so a few times while not taking deep enough breaths. I remember the nurse and doctor being SO kind in helping me and encouraging me to basically breathe push this baby out. I was thanking them and telling them how much I appreciated their help and kindness immediately after Brady was born.
Brady Glenn Myers, born at 7:16am, was placed on my stomach while Jearen cut the cord, and then he was taken by a NICU nurse a few feet away to be weighed and cleaned off. I just starred at amazement at him as he was being cleaned up. Our miracle was finally in the world for us to see. The sun was rising outside of those four big windows, and I just experienced God’s love in a whole new way. I had an adrenaline like never before. Brady was placed before me to kiss before being sent down to the NICU. Jearen went down there with him, and I sat on that hospital bed feeling nothing but peace. I wasn’t scared of what just happened. I wasn’t scarred of Brady being in the NICU. God blessed me in that moment in such a real way that I had nothing but Joy! I grabbed my phone that was playing Bethel Worship Music beside me, and called my sister Kim. Jearen had all of our family notified around 4:30 am when I was getting the epidural that I was going into labor. I shared with her the good news about Brady and was on cloud 9. Then I called my Dad and he thought I just drank a few cups of coffee with my chipper tone of voice. I was just so excited. I couldn’t help it.
Family greeted me as I was wheeled down to the NICU. Jearen and I went over to where our son was, and a NICU doctor gave me a whole low down of what was going on. I can’t remember a single word he said because I was tired, his words were overwhelming, and I was on a natural high. We took our first picture with our son, and I beamed with pride. Our little 3 pound 3 ounce baby was perfect to me in every way. He would stay in the NICU for another month & a half to grow, but what a miracle. From before he was ever created, to the time he entered the world, every single thing has been a miracle before my very eyes. I am forever thankful and blessed for this gift from God. BAM, on the day you were born, you changed my life in the best way possible, and I am honored to be your mom and share your story with the world!
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