The day Grant was born and BEYOND!

Friday:

Who would have known how today's' events would unfold? Definitely not Chris & I! We went in early Friday morning, to the Jordan Valley Hospital, to be induced. Grant was already over a week overdue. We had tried everything to help him along...from Ian William's fool proof secret salsa inducing sauce (Tuesday), to a bike ride out to the airport control tower (Thursday) among other activities. I was having contractions but nothing put me into labor.

(This is me...happy to be getting induced and excited for the baby.)

Once there I was still not progressing and the Dr. put me on petocin. (Really wasn't excited about that one.) After another few hours and thinking how great I was handling the contractions, I still had not dilated past a 2! They did an ultrasound only to find that the baby was breech. Well, this explained why nothing was happening. So things started to get "interesting." The next course of action was to try to turn him around in my belly...a very painful procedure. I got an epidural (another thing I was trying to see if I could avoid) and then they tried turning him. Even though I was certainly numb, it was the most painful thing ever. After three attempts, the Dr. stopped. The baby would not turn, he was just too big and there wasn't enough room to move and he didn't want to hurt the baby by forcing things.

Then things went even worse...the only option left was a cesarean. Talk about emotional overload! Chris & I tried so hard to keep things together, but we were struggling. Now I was facing major surgery. The most I have ever had "done" in a hospital; besides having 2 babies regularly, was 3 stitches
in my thumb about 5 years ago.

We had a couple hours until I was to have the surgery and Chris called a good friend from work to come and help give me a blessing. We are so grateful for the Priesthood. The comfort from that blessing was enough to help me calm down and think clearly as I asked the nurse what to expect. That in itself was a blessing as she had all her children by cesarean. I was also able to call my best friend Kayla & even though there wasn't enough time for her to get to the hospital to be there with me, talking with her was greatly calming.

When the time came to go in, Chris got all dressed in his little suit. The epidural wasn't working anymore and they had to give me a spinal tap. My body was reacting so weird to the various drugs in my system I was shaking uncontrollably! Chris found it amusing and was administering field sobriety tests on my eyes. Hilarious...definitely was not in any condition to drive - failed miserably!

The anaesthesiologist was the best ever. Everyone was really helpful and calming and the procedure went better than I could have hoped for. Chris, ever curious, asked if it was ok with me if he watched what they were doing on the other side of the curtain. Of course I was fine with it - I actually knew it was coming anyway. At 5:29 PM Grant Roscoe was born.

He weighed a hefty 8 pounds and 10.5 ounces and was 21 1/2 inches long. As soon as he was born, he coughed and started to scream and BOY was it loud! The only hard thing was that I couldn't hold him yet until I was all stitched up.

Daddy got to hold him first.

Once we were both all cleaned up and finished, they wheeled me to my recovery room. Chris said that Kayla was there in the room waiting and I about burst into tears right there! Gosh, typing this is making me want to cry again. I am so blessed to have her as my friend. She knew how much I needed her and she did everything she could to be there for me. Thank you so much Kayla!

We were on the road to recovery.

So, you may be wondering where the girls were all this time. They were with Aunt Holly - our wonderful friend, who has been "adopted" as our family. She stayed with the girls the entire weekend and spoiled them like crazy! She brought them down to see us every day.

I think Christianna is started to be more excited about this whole boy business.

Grant's First Bath

Chris was there for it, he started out crying but soon calmed down with the warm water washing him.

The girls were happy to come and visit and meet their brother!

Uncle David came to visit as well...

...along with our soon-to-be Aunt Heather.

We also had the Blackburn family and a couple of my YW advisers and one of the Young Women visit. It was just wonderful to have them stop by!

Alright, in keeping with tradition, we put this outfit on Grant to take him home. This is the very same outfit that Chris came home in from the hospital as a baby. There was a boy & girl outfit that his parents would bring to the hospital each time. They only ever used the boy outfit so we used the girl one for Victoria & Christianna and now this one for Grant!

When we got home Monday evening (finally) the YW had decorated the garage and baby's room. They are such great girls!

After all was said and done, we were blessed to have another member in our family. It was well worth the wait for this little guy.