Today is Cody’s seventh birthday. I wrote last year about his birth story, of being born way too early, of doing so much more than surviving, and of changing my life forever. If you have not read it, please do. It is, he is, a little piece of my soul. In the post, simply replace any references to his age of six, with seven. Time. It marches on.
Originally posted on Shoes On The Wrong Feet:
Six years ago today our first child was born. It was an emergency C-section. I was twenty-six weeks pregnant. We ended up at the hospital because I had spotting and intense lower back pain. The nurse on the phone did not sound too concerned but told us we should go in and be seen.
I was almost fully dilated, forty minutes later when we arrived at the hospital. Fetal monitors were hooked up and while the nurse went off to find someone to catheterize me (to get a blood free urine sample) my water broke. Only I did not know what had happened, I just knew it was not good. I grabbed Husband’s hand and in a voice filled with fear and panic I told him something happened! Husband ran out into the hallway and called out something happened! and the fear and panic that was in my voice was clearly reflected back to me in his own.
There was a flurry of activity. My midwife was there but so was some man I had never met, dressed in street clothes with a backpack on his back. It was Easter Sunday and he was a doctor who was getting ready to go home to his family for the night.