First Post- this is a long one so I will catch up here!

Here is the story of the day Slaton was born. On December 2, 2008 ( Tuesday) I went in for my regular ( twice a week) check up at the doctor. After taking my blood pressure and looking at a few other test results, the doctor wanted to admit me to the hospital and induce birth a few weeks early. I had the early stages of pre eclampsia and he did not want it to turn into eclampsia and the only cure is to deliver the baby.

Charlie had been at the ultrasound appointment earlier that day and then I told him to go ahead and go home that I was just going to see the doctor and then be home. Charlie was scheduled to be the guest coach at our school basketball game that night. I called him and told him I would be home in a few minutes, and that the doctor wanted to deliver the baby right away. I went home and packed a bag, cancelled the classes we were supposed to attend that week, called school and told them I would not be back, stopped at McDonald's and off to the hospital we went.

I thought in the back of my mind that this would be like the other three trips I had taken to the hospital earlier in the pregnancy. They would monitor the baby, take my blood pressure every few minutes, and they they would come back and say everything was fine and let me go home. But, when we got to the hospital, they did not make me go to the triage room, they had my stuff in a red folder and sent me directly to a labor and delivery room. They told me I was not going home until the baby was born. The doctor came in and saw me and almost let me go home after my blood pressure was normal, but after she checked with the high risk specialist, they determined I needed to deliver the baby for my health and the health of the baby.

So around 5pm I got comfortable in the nice hospital gown and they hooked me up to all kinds of monitors and stared iv medicine to start the labor. They also started another medicine to make sure I did not have a seizure because of the pre eclampsia.

After many hours of contractions and intense pain, Wednesday evening I decided to have an epidural. I was quite content after the epidural, I should have done it much sooner, but I was afraid it was going to wear off too soon so I held out as long as I could. Charlie was the best husband ever, he slept in a chair, held my hand, called the nurse when I needed them. It was hard for him to watch me be in pain, but he did great and handled everything well. I could have not asked for a better husband or daddy for my baby.

After the epidural, my blood pressure went super low so they had to give me ephedrine to bring it back up. I was finally stable and then I was only at 6cm, so at around midnight the doctors decided a c- section was the best thing for the baby as my body was not doing well on the medicine. So within 10 minutes we were all prepared for surgery. Charlie had time to pack up our stuff and grab the camera and off we went to the OR. They gave Charlie a special suit to wear at 12:11am we heard Slaton's sweet first cry. Both of us cried as we heard and saw him for the first time. He weighed 5 pounds 11 ounces and was 20 inches long.




Charlie took the camera and followed the baby as he was weighed and tested. They finished sewing me up and took me to a recovery room. My mom came back the the hospital and Charlie looked after the baby while I was cleaned up and then finally they brought Slaton to see me. We were a happy family after a long few days of labor. Grandma Fraser came to see us in the morning.




My Mom
Charlie's Mom