It was a November evening that seemed similar to any other. Jake got a call and was asked if he could help at work for a couple hours. Before he left, he kissed me on the head and joked, "Let me know if I need to meet you at the hospital". We both laughed.
I had noticed a lot of movement from that sweet babe in my tum that day, but didn't think of it as anything serious. Ellamae and I continued on with our night: a couple of books were read, some bubbly toes turned wrinkly, tiny teeth were brushed, and some hymns sung by a night light before our kisses and prayers goodnight. Gradually I was noticing more and more movement, and realizing they were contractions. Nothing too painful, but they were coming about every five minutes.
I did what I often do, I called my sister asking what my next steps should be. (I am pretty sure I knew what to do, but I wanted to hear her voice and be reassured about how this whole going into labor "on my own" thing works.) After a few calls to the doctor, my mom and dad, and several to Jake, I found myself on the way to the hospital with my mom. My dad stayed at our house to watch Ellamae and Jake waited anxiously to hear from me if it was more than Braxton Hicks.
I didn't think much was going on, because between contractions, now three minutes apart, I was feeling fine and could not believe that tonight was really the night.
After getting checked by the on call doctor, I was told that my little stinker had decided to flip on me... yup, surprise he is now breech. I was freaked out to say the least. Iimmediately called Jake and said get your butt here ( a little different verbiage), because we are having a csection and ASAP.
My contractions were strong and hard, I just wanted to push. I was upset I couldn't, I just kept thinking I am ready to do this, may I please?
Jake came in minutes later and kissed my head again, squeezed my hand tightly and I couldn't help but tear up.
I was so happy to know this baby would be with us soon, and that I had Jake there. I never had surgery before, so I was worried about the unknown. Jake was so calm, loving, and reassuring. We grew a lot closer that night.
The next 15 minutes were full of anxiety, pressure, an unforgettable stench, cringing, and strange sounds. But there was also lots of hope, prayer, love, hand squeezing, anticipating, finally a delayed cry, and tears full of so much happiness.
And there he was. It all happened so quickly. Two hours before he was born I was tucking my sweet baby Ellamae into bed.
Jake and I were so blessed already and couldn't ever imagine being happier, and then there was Lincoln.
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