The doctors really didn't think I would make it very far along. My little guy sure liked to prove them wrong! They said he probably would not be able to move around much with out the fluid around him but it seemed like every time I had an ultrasound done he was in a different position. I went for ultrasounds twice a week and I loved getting to go and see our precious baby on the screen! The pictures were very hard to make out because he was pretty confined in there but also with hardly any fluid it makes the images hard to see. In the hospital I was hooked up to monitors and I was confined to the bed. I was able to take a quick shower in the morning and use the restroom and that was pretty much it. I loved listening to the monitor. The nurses would always turn it down and I was ask them to turn it back up. It was comforting to hear it all throughout the day. When I was talk it would speed up sometimes and I could hear when he had the hiccups, which he did a lot.
It was hard for me to be in the hospital. I am a little of a control freak and to have pretty much nothing on my control was so hard. Gabrielle not being under my care every day was definitely something that I had to get used to and just let be. I worried about her constantly but I knew that at that time I had to do what was best for my son and she would be fine. So many things happened durring that hospital stay. We met so many nurses and doctors who came to know my family pretty well and looked forward to when Gabrielle would come up for dinner ( : I spent more time with God durring those long days then I have my entire life. I know that I grew closer to Him. I needed to. I needed to draw stregnth from Him and allow Him to bring a peace over me that only he could do. We had so many people that showed their love for us while we were in the hospital and we are forever grateful. We had meals brought to us, money for meals, visits, e-mails, cards, phone calls, many many prayers, and much much more. The days were long but we were able to get through them.
Joe and I had talked about names off and on and we kept coming back to one that we both liked...Elijah. We never wanted to say for sure that would be his name but really we knew it would be. Elijah means The Lord is my God and it was the perfect name for him. There were not many changes with Elijah through my days in the hospital. He continued to grow right on track which amazed the doctors. His heart rate always did really well which again amazed the doctors. There were a couple of times when his heart rate dropped really low and I had to be moved down to the Labor and Delivery floor and have an Iv put in just in case but he always did fine after that. After a while the doctors finally set my c-section date for November 3rd! We finally had a date that our son would for sure be born if not before then. I could not beleive the end was drawing near. I had been in the hospital for so long I felt like that is all I knew. It gave me so much time to bond with my son. So much time to pray over him and talk to him.
On October 31st after I had been in the hospital for a little over 11 weeks, Elijah's heart rate had been dropping frequently durring the day. It was decided that it was time go head and deliver. I was exactly 36 weeks along.
It was hard for me to be in the hospital. I am a little of a control freak and to have pretty much nothing on my control was so hard. Gabrielle not being under my care every day was definitely something that I had to get used to and just let be. I worried about her constantly but I knew that at that time I had to do what was best for my son and she would be fine. So many things happened durring that hospital stay. We met so many nurses and doctors who came to know my family pretty well and looked forward to when Gabrielle would come up for dinner ( : I spent more time with God durring those long days then I have my entire life. I know that I grew closer to Him. I needed to. I needed to draw stregnth from Him and allow Him to bring a peace over me that only he could do. We had so many people that showed their love for us while we were in the hospital and we are forever grateful. We had meals brought to us, money for meals, visits, e-mails, cards, phone calls, many many prayers, and much much more. The days were long but we were able to get through them.
Joe and I had talked about names off and on and we kept coming back to one that we both liked...Elijah. We never wanted to say for sure that would be his name but really we knew it would be. Elijah means The Lord is my God and it was the perfect name for him. There were not many changes with Elijah through my days in the hospital. He continued to grow right on track which amazed the doctors. His heart rate always did really well which again amazed the doctors. There were a couple of times when his heart rate dropped really low and I had to be moved down to the Labor and Delivery floor and have an Iv put in just in case but he always did fine after that. After a while the doctors finally set my c-section date for November 3rd! We finally had a date that our son would for sure be born if not before then. I could not beleive the end was drawing near. I had been in the hospital for so long I felt like that is all I knew. It gave me so much time to bond with my son. So much time to pray over him and talk to him.
On October 31st after I had been in the hospital for a little over 11 weeks, Elijah's heart rate had been dropping frequently durring the day. It was decided that it was time go head and deliver. I was exactly 36 weeks along.
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