On December 30, my to-do list was a mile long with things to
do before Finn arrived. I was standing at the kitchen sink cleaning some
dishes, and as I was standing there (about 4:30pm), I felt the sharpest pain I
have ever felt right along my scar from my previous C-sections. It knocked the
wind out of me and I immediately had to keel over and sit down. A few minutes
later it returned. It is nearly impossible for me to describe the pain. The
closest I can come is to say it felt like my stomach was being sliced in 2 with
a knife. I called my OB who told me to come in immediately.
Josh ran down the hall to find a neighbor who could watch
Peter and Thomas. We basically shoved them out the door. They had not eaten
dinner and I doubt we even sent a diaper bag with them. Josh came to help me out
to the car. I was in so much pain I could hardly breathe and I told (snapped at
or yelled at is probably more accurate) Josh to forget about finding my shoes
and just get me to the car! Y’all I walked out to the car in my slippers, in
the SNOW!!!
(for those of you who know me and know how much I dislike the snow, you know
that means something about the amount of pain I was in). The entire drive to
the hospital is a blur but I vaguely remember a fair amount of painful yelling
on my part. You’d have to ask Josh to be sure.
We arrived at the hospital emergency room and they
immediately got me a wheelchair and wheeled me directly up to labor and
delivery. Our doctors were concerned that my uterus may be rupturing. They hooked me up to some monitors. Finn seemed to be tolerating
everything quite well, but nonetheless they prepped me right away for a
C-section.
Until they brought in
the gown for Josh to put on, I hadn’t really realized that we were about to go
in to give birth to Finn. Up until that point I totally thought this was
something they were going to “fix” and then send me on my way so that we could
come back the next week for our scheduled C-section. We called my mom and my dad to let them know what was happening. Everyone was a bit shocked, but
glad I was at the hospital so they could get Finn out. The only people we
couldn’t notify were Josh’s parents who on an airplane on the way to
Burlington, and expecting us to pick them up from the airport (Instead they got
a long list of text messages to tell them we were at the hospital and that
someone from our church would pick them up and take them to our apartment where
they could relieve our sweet neighbors who were watching Peter and Thomas).
They wheeled me in to the OR and then Josh came in a few
minutes later. At 7:28pm Finn David was born. 7lbs 1 oz and 21 inches long at 37
weeks. God was gracious to us in the healthy delivery of our third son. The doctors
told me that my uterus had not yet ruptured, but that it had been thinning out
with each contraction and it was a good thing I got to the hospital when I did.
Because of the antibodies in my blood, Finn was severely
anemic and extremely jaundiced. They kept us in the hospital for 7 days and
then we had to get his blood tested every couple days to make sure he would not
need a blood transfusion. We are grateful that he did not need one.
A little about Finn’s name. We picked his name before we
even knew what we would go through during his pregnancy and delivery. Finn
means “warrior” and we find it very fitting (not only because of all that we
have walked through, but also because he must be a warrior to keep up with his two
older brothers). We are grateful to God that He saw fit to keep Finn healthy
during this pregnancy and delivery, and we give Him all the glory.
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