I just wanted to post a few pictures of our baby boy. I don't have much time right now, but I just wanted to share some pics. I will write more when I get a chance...
Wednesday 10 October 2007
Azzie 11 days old
I just wanted to post a few pictures of our baby boy. I don't have much time right now, but I just wanted to share some pics. I will write more when I get a chance...
Monday 1 October 2007
Happy Birthday Azariah!
Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep. I grabbed the alarm clock to make it stop. Today was the day, the day we were all waiting for. September 28, 2007 was Azariah’s birthday! Theresa was supposed to be at the hospital by 7 am, but what were they going to do, tell her she couldn’t have the baby? So I wasn’t too worried about taking my time that morning. The kids came downstairs, ready to go. Everyone was showered, had shoes on. Everyone came together as a team to make the whole day run better. Cassie, the girl who graciously volunteered to help with the kids, came early as usual, about 6:20 to make sure they got off to school alright.
Maritza had an appointment with the orthodontist at around 7:15, so she rode with Theresa and I to the hospital so I could kill two birds with one stone. I dropped off Theresa at the ER entrance, the shortest path to labor and delivery at around 7:05, as planned so she could get started. We rushed over to Maritza’s appointment so she could get her smile worked on. I dropped her back at the house with reliable Cassie at around 8:00 am so I didn’t have to take her all the way to Feltwell where she goes to school.
I got back to the hospital at around 8:15 where I found Theresa in the hospital bed, anxious to get started, anxious to be done with the entire pregnancy. She sure looked brave. I can’t say I would have been so calm and ready, even though I may seem that way at times. At around 10:00 am Nurse Satchell came in with the synthetic Oxytocin to try and jump start the natural process. From then it was just a waiting game.
Two hours rolled by. We listened to George Strait, Kenny Chesney and dozens of other songs on Theresa’s playlist. Theresa started feeling funny stuff in the girl parts.
We talked about what-ifs and maybes. The nurse checked the cervix and saw 3 cm. We talked about how Ritza’s new dental appliance prevented her from saying her “S’s.” We ran out of things to talk about and just held each other. The time was flying by, and anticipation continued to ramp up to immeasurable levels.
About 1:00 pm, the contractions started getting stronger. They weren’t unbearable but they were definitely contributing to some discomfort. Theresa did a very good job of letting the contractions do their job. She just breathed through them, focusing on any area of the body that wasn’t relaxed and forcefully relaxing it. Her eyebrows were a storage area for tension. Her hands are usually tense, but she was in control today.
Theresa started to feel some moisture down below around 3pm. The nurses were convinced this wasn’t her water breaking because is didn’t look right, but they labeled it as a “suspicious leak.” They wanted to check the progress any way and measured about 4 cm, which is not what Theresa wanted to hear after all of that work! Right as they were checking, guess what spilled everywhere! The suspicious leak actually was the water breaking! At the same time, The nurse continued to explain that the cervix hadn’t gotten much bigger, but the baby was all the way down, or “engaged.” The pain continued to feel far disproportionate from the assessment of the nurse.
The contractions came stronger and harder, but we still felt like it was going to be a long night, and it was only 4pm! Finally, I knew it was baby time. Theresa was starting to lose focus and half-way considered the use of powerful epidural drugs. She made up her mind that was not the way she wanted to do this, remembering from the past a bad experience with the drug. She was going to stick it out.
Theresa suddenly felt the urge to push, but resisted, just breathing through as usual. All of the staff ran in, doubting this could be the time, since they just checked at 4pm at only 4 cm. They checked the dilation again, this time at 6-7 cm, which is usually still pretty far away from a birthday. Then there was the urge to push again. Again Theresa didn’t push, just trying as hard as possible to relax and breathe through the contraction, letting the uterus do its job. The staff left us alone again, not expecting action for quite a while.
TEN MINUTES LATER, Theresa got the uncontrollable urge to push. The staff rushed in again, thinking there was some kind of problem, but Dr. Adams measured this time at 9cm plus. She still wanted Theresa to wait on pushing, but nature had other plans. All of a sudden, Theresa stopped breathing and started staring at me. Her eyes started glazing over and her face turned red, almost purple. Her chin sank into her face and her body was pulled down into the bed by the force of her hands on the bed rails. Just one push and his head was already visible!
Now the Doctor knew she wasn’t just dramatic. Without warning, Theresa reached over her head and grabbed my arm. She started pulling me forward. I braced my arm with my other one against the bed and it was still a major struggle to resist the power of push #2. There was definitely some progress on this one, but not at much as the third push, when after a deep breath, Theresa bore down with everything she had. At 5:09 pm, London time, on 28 September 2007 Azariah Francisco Martin Horne’s innocent little head crossed over into our crazy world. His world of quiet comfort and laziness was rudely interrupted when Dr. Adams grabbed onto his head, supporting him for the fourth push, which cleared his shoulders, arms, torso, legs and feet.
Theresa was relieved it was all over. Azzie was placed on her chest and we all had the biggest smiles in the world. The youngest person alive was all ours. Soon after the commotion, we thanked God for all our blessings, and the opportunity to raise another one of his children.
I got back to the hospital at around 8:15 where I found Theresa in the hospital bed, anxious to get started, anxious to be done with the entire pregnancy. She sure looked brave. I can’t say I would have been so calm and ready, even though I may seem that way at times. At around 10:00 am Nurse Satchell came in with the synthetic Oxytocin to try and jump start the natural process. From then it was just a waiting game.
Two hours rolled by. We listened to George Strait, Kenny Chesney and dozens of other songs on Theresa’s playlist. Theresa started feeling funny stuff in the girl parts.
We talked about what-ifs and maybes. The nurse checked the cervix and saw 3 cm. We talked about how Ritza’s new dental appliance prevented her from saying her “S’s.” We ran out of things to talk about and just held each other. The time was flying by, and anticipation continued to ramp up to immeasurable levels.
About 1:00 pm, the contractions started getting stronger. They weren’t unbearable but they were definitely contributing to some discomfort. Theresa did a very good job of letting the contractions do their job. She just breathed through them, focusing on any area of the body that wasn’t relaxed and forcefully relaxing it. Her eyebrows were a storage area for tension. Her hands are usually tense, but she was in control today.
Theresa started to feel some moisture down below around 3pm. The nurses were convinced this wasn’t her water breaking because is didn’t look right, but they labeled it as a “suspicious leak.” They wanted to check the progress any way and measured about 4 cm, which is not what Theresa wanted to hear after all of that work! Right as they were checking, guess what spilled everywhere! The suspicious leak actually was the water breaking! At the same time, The nurse continued to explain that the cervix hadn’t gotten much bigger, but the baby was all the way down, or “engaged.” The pain continued to feel far disproportionate from the assessment of the nurse.
The contractions came stronger and harder, but we still felt like it was going to be a long night, and it was only 4pm! Finally, I knew it was baby time. Theresa was starting to lose focus and half-way considered the use of powerful epidural drugs. She made up her mind that was not the way she wanted to do this, remembering from the past a bad experience with the drug. She was going to stick it out.
Theresa suddenly felt the urge to push, but resisted, just breathing through as usual. All of the staff ran in, doubting this could be the time, since they just checked at 4pm at only 4 cm. They checked the dilation again, this time at 6-7 cm, which is usually still pretty far away from a birthday. Then there was the urge to push again. Again Theresa didn’t push, just trying as hard as possible to relax and breathe through the contraction, letting the uterus do its job. The staff left us alone again, not expecting action for quite a while.
TEN MINUTES LATER, Theresa got the uncontrollable urge to push. The staff rushed in again, thinking there was some kind of problem, but Dr. Adams measured this time at 9cm plus. She still wanted Theresa to wait on pushing, but nature had other plans. All of a sudden, Theresa stopped breathing and started staring at me. Her eyes started glazing over and her face turned red, almost purple. Her chin sank into her face and her body was pulled down into the bed by the force of her hands on the bed rails. Just one push and his head was already visible!
Now the Doctor knew she wasn’t just dramatic. Without warning, Theresa reached over her head and grabbed my arm. She started pulling me forward. I braced my arm with my other one against the bed and it was still a major struggle to resist the power of push #2. There was definitely some progress on this one, but not at much as the third push, when after a deep breath, Theresa bore down with everything she had. At 5:09 pm, London time, on 28 September 2007 Azariah Francisco Martin Horne’s innocent little head crossed over into our crazy world. His world of quiet comfort and laziness was rudely interrupted when Dr. Adams grabbed onto his head, supporting him for the fourth push, which cleared his shoulders, arms, torso, legs and feet.
Theresa was relieved it was all over. Azzie was placed on her chest and we all had the biggest smiles in the world. The youngest person alive was all ours. Soon after the commotion, we thanked God for all our blessings, and the opportunity to raise another one of his children.
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