Our Family History

Part 5:Drew should Love Roller Coasters

We took a trip, 6 hours each way in between two car seats, a few days with family, a trip to the zoo and I spent the whole time throwing up and feeling horrible. By the time we got home I was just thrilled to be there, to be able to go to bed, in my bed. Days later when I still didn't feel well I started to get worried. I had been on birth control since Joe was born but I had gotten sick and missed a cycle, they did a pregnancy test which was negative, told me to quit taking the birth control and start a different kind after I had a cycle. We did use birth control in between, I swear but apparently within days of going off the pills I was pregnant. Not a big deal, we wanted more kids right; only one problem. At the time Joe was only 9 months old. From the moment we found out for sure, our lives and especially my emotions were a roller coaster. I begged Hubby in the doctors' office not to tell anyone yet, to give me awhile to adjust and he said we would talk about it later. He left the room while the doctor did some other things and by the time I got to the waiting room he had already called people. So I immediately had to listen to how stupid everyone thought I was, on top of having to deal with feeling stupid and overwhelmed. I was horribly sick, as usual and just an all around mess. I was scared and depressed. I had no idea how I was going to handle this. I spent most of my time pregnant rocking and crying. I scared Hubby, he sold all of his guns and hid all of the knives. He was convinced I was going to lose it. It was actually the easiest of all of my pregnancies but I am now convinced that was because I just didn't notice. I was out of it, pretty much. When I went to the doctor and she finally sent me to the hospital I was actually excited; for the first time. Excited to get this part over and figure out how I was going to survive this life I had created for myself. I was still only 21 and although more mature than most 21 year old's not at all prepared to have all of these kids. As was the pattern they induced me but all did not go as planned. The pains got intense fast and things were hectic and crazy. Somehow I was given and extra dose of Staydol and was completely messed up. I don't really remember anything about the actual birth and only bits and pieces from afterward. I was pretty out of it and most things were told to me later or I wouldn't know them. I can remember knowing that things weren't right, feeling that something was very wrong. I can remember Hubby and Mom looked worried. I can remember my little brother coming to visit and looking very scared. They weren't able to stop the bleeding and get my uterus to contract back up. They had everyone praying for me and when they were ready to put me on the table and do a hysterectomy, it finally stopped. Drew was born at a little after 8 that evening but I didn't make it to a room until after 12 that night. What I remember most is when I woke up. It was very early morning when I woke up and I could not remember a thing. Mom was gone and Hubby was sleeping so deep that I could not wake him up. I searched through the room until I found the little card they give you. I took it to the nursery, handed it to the nurse and said "I think I have a baby here." She looked at me like I was completely crazy and said "You think". Thankfully another nurse, who apparently was there for part of the chaos the night before, was standing there and told her I probably really wasn't sure. She took the card and brought me my son. He was so amazing, it felt so perfect when she put him in my arms. I leaned over and gave him that First Kiss, the first of many and I knew that everything was going to be alright. We were both alive and it didn't get any better than that.

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