Jett was by far the easiest delivery I've had. Started the poticin at 7:30, broke my water at 11:45, and 3 pushes later out he came at 1:13 pm on January 3rd. He screamed and screamed and all I could think about was how beautiful that sound was. Jersey Girl never cried, she was immediately intabated but Jett sure had some lungs. It was so relieving to hear him cry. One of the best sounds I've ever heard. He weighed in at a hefty 8 lbs. 8 oz, we like our boys big! He was perfect and mine!
As he quit screaming and the nurses were wiping him off he started to grunt. They stood there watching him talking quietly. I've learned to not trust quiet conversations between drs and nurses. They decided to call in a respiratory therapist. After he examined and watched Jett he determined he needed to be taken to the NICU and now. Grunting is a sign of respiratory distress. They asked if I'd like to hold him first. Stupid, stupid question. They wrapped him like a burrito and handed him to me and then stood there and waited for me to finish so they could take him. As if I'd ever be finished. After a very short 30 seconds they decided I'd had him long enough and took him.
To say I was angry is an understatement, I was FURIOUS! This was not what I had envisioned the last 39 weeks and 1 day. I hadn't had time to count his fingers and toes. I hadn't decided who he looked like. I hadn't inspected every inch of his chubby body or smooched his cheeks. He hadn't squeezed my finger AND THEY WERE TAKING HIM FROM ME! It felt like Jersey all over again.
When I finally got to go see him this is what I found. The nurse asked how I was doing and I barked at her how angry I was. Poor lady. Looking at the bright side, we knew everything they were doing to him, we could read his monitors and know what the numbers meant so although he was on CPAP we knew very well how bad it could be and fortunately wasn't.
This looks just like Jersey: NG tube, heart monitors, line in the hand, blood pressure cuff, pulse ox, pricked heels. Fortunately he recovered quickly and was released from the NICU after 5 hours. It was 5 hours to long for me!
This is his first diaper change. Thanks hon for doing that!
The blondies were SO excited to meet their brother. They showered, put on clean clothes, and did their hair so they could make a good first impression.
Tucker LOVED looking at him and rubbing his head. At first he didn't want to hold him but when it was time for him and Tatum to leave he decided, in a last ditch effort to delay his departure, he really wanted to hold Jett. It was precious watching the two of them. Tucker kept saying how soft Jett was. He finally felt like the big brother he's been missing out on being. Here's our boys, so very handsome!
Tatum was absolutely smitten from the very beginning and couldn't get her turn to hold him fast enough. She spoke soft and gentle to him, rubbed his head, smooched his cheeks, and stared and stared. I loved it!
This one was to cute to not post. Tuck loves his Daddy!
Here we are, the family picture. Gotta love how you look in the hospital after being pumped full of fluid and just giving birth. It felt like Heaven to finally have him in our arms, there are hardly words. He's so precious and everything we've been waiting for.