So my son was born Feb 21st, at 38 weeks and 4days. I had gone in the day before just not feeling right... Well lil man kept not staying on the monitor so the doctor on call decided to go ahead and induce me. He managed to wait till my husband got there to break my waters (my mom was the one who took me in) thinking that was the only thing we would have to do cus I was already at 3cm and having contractions. I wish that had been the case. I got the epadural and tried to late my body labor as naturally as possible I wasn't making any progress though so they have me the medication that causes contractions. I was numb in my right hip down and tried to bring it up but my nurse just kinda blew me off. My blood pressure started dropping along with lil boy's heart heart... My mom later told me that the med they gave me to bring it back up is used when people are crashing... My blood pressure had been 70 something over 40 something at one point. Finally I'm being told I had to push mind u the last check I remember before pushing I was still at 9 1/2 cm... Well the problem was I fell asleep after 7cm and woke up to everything from my waist down being numb and no time to unnumb myself... So here I was trying to push without a single feeling in my lower body. I was pissed at my body and at the fact I was so numb. The doctor used the vacuum and manually pulling to get lil boy out. He didn't cry at first which scared the crap out of me but even when he did I had that nagging feeling. At some point the placenta was delivered (I was so numb I didn't even feel it) and I got to watch my husband hold our boy then let my mom hold him before finally holding him myself. That nagging feeling was still there and I brought up the fact his breathing seemed funny to the nurse and a lil longer later he was going with his daddy to nursery... I didn't know then what I know now but I wouldn't be holding my boy for a while. While they were are the nursery my husband messaged my mom that they were taking our son to NICU. I panicked I'll be honest. I kept fighting to get up and moving so I could find out what was going on. My poor husband stayed with him as long as he could then came back to the room to tell me something was going on with our sons oxygen levels. By the time we got to my room my son had a tube in his side because he had a tear in his lung... Seeing him in NICU that first time about broke me mentally. I had just been holding him not long before and now... I wouldn't be able to hold him for a while. The next day was worse... He ended up with another tear on the other side of his lungs so that meant double tubes... I started to hate going in there because he kept getting worse. Then he started getting better. The hospital was trying to rush me out but I was pumping so had a reason to stay a lil longer... The day I finally did come home though was hard... No baby no bump... And daddy got to hold him before me again. I had headed out from the hospital with my mom and my 2 year old and told my husband to go back up and see our son before he left and all a sudden he calls saying look at my messenger. I panic thinking something is wrong and then look and see my hubby holding our boy because in the last 24 hrs before us leaving he had ditched all the equipment helping him breathe. Today I get to go try to breastfeed and hopefully by this weekend he will be home. Pics are of his journey so far.

They go from the newest to our first picture as a family when he was born... I avoided taking pictures for the first bit at NICU cus it was honestly to over whelming but this is the basics of his journey so far. Hopefully I'll be able to update with a photo of me and him tomorrow.