Hey everyone! I decided to start a blog to share all that goes on in the lives of Jayde, Nate, and Cash. That and I'm always on this site anyway. haha I can't promise it will always be exciting but it will be real.
I will start by talking about the biggest event in my little ol' life, the birth of my baby boy. Most people can look back at the day their child was born and the days after and have fond memories of holding baby for the first time, cuddling, getting to know each other, etc. We didn't have a storybook start, but I am determined to have a storybook ending.
It all began early March 2010 when I found out I was pregnant. Nate and I were nervous, but excited. We were scared to get attached to something that could so easily be taken away from us. As time went on our nerves settled and everyday was a count down to November seventh (our due date.) I had a perfect pregnancy other than nasty morning sickness in the beginning. It never occurred to us that we would have anything less than a perfect birth too.
On November fourth, 2010 Nate and I went grocery shopping to stock up before the big day. As we were pushing the carts up the hill to the truck I had some really intense braxton-hicks, or so I thought. We loaded the groceries in the truck and I was putting away the carts. All of a sudden I felt a wetness. I got back in the truck and told Nate, "Either my water just broke or I peed my pants." This was 6:00 pm.
We got home and confirmed that it was my water. I had a jumble of emotions and started crying. I was happy! I was scared! Was I ready?! We called the OB and they said to come down. I ate a small meal and packed and off we went! I got checked into a room and was in there for maybe 20 minutes when Mom, Dad, and Emma showed up. Everyone was so excited, Dad and Em even wore their Johnny Cash shirts.
My contractions weren't very strong yet. Only a number of 35.
Just chillin' thinking this is a piece of cake!
Everyone left and it was time for our little fam to get some rest. We tried breastfeeding and he rocked at it! He was so cute, so healthy, nothing seemed at all wrong with our perfect baby.
Nate laid down on the little couch and Cash and I made ourselves comfy in the bed. I tried sleeping but was so scared I would roll over and hurt him. The nurse came in and asked if I wanted her to take Cash to the nursery so I could get some sleep. I reluctantly agreed.
Little did I know that would be the last time I would hold my baby for the next two weeks.
(To be continued..)