Flash back to spring 2014. My brother was building a home, with the help from family we got it completed. It was a labor of love, but it was also a reality check for our family-we realized our dad wasn't in the health we thought he was.
Flash forward to when I was 8 week along. ( Summer 2014-house completed)
My family and I were cleaning my brothers windows in his new house; we were preparing for the beautiful wedding that was about to occur, when something wasn't right-it just wasn't. In a haze I made my way to the bathroom and found there was something wrong. I shed tears in the bathroom, wiped them away, and quickly found Jared. He instantly knew by the look on my face, without saying a word, we needed to go. He scooped up Cooper, and home we went. I sat in the tub and cleaned up after my my body that I felt had let me down. I cried.
My sister was staying with us at the time, visiting from Louisiana for the wedding. I knew she was aware that something was wrong as we sat that night hand-making the "thank you" handouts for the wedding. I said nothing-but I know she could still hear the tears that were being shed inside.
I met with my doctor later that week and no heart beat could be found. I cried.
My doctor reassured me, and said that he was scheduling an ultra-sound. During the ultrasound I was ready for the same heartbreaking news to be broken to me only from someone different-my body had already told me, my doctor, and now once again-I was ready for more bad news, although not prepared-I just didn't want to hear it. Instead I heard news that was unexpected, happy, in little thumps of a heartbeat. I cried; only these tears were falling to keep me from bursting from the happiness that those tiny sounds echoing around the room had caused.
On January 29th, 2015 I checked into the hospital at 6 am. Jared and I sat. We talked. A good talk just him and I, only sometimes interrupted by nurses. We were then greeted with friendly faces of my family (my mom, sister, and nephew), we had some more good talk-talk of baby names, talk of the babies physical appearance, and talk of Cooper. Then it was time to receive my epidural. I held my husbands hands lightly as I was slumped over, exposed, and nervous- I stared at his hands as they gave me some peace. I ,confused, watched as my sweet husbands hands slowly started to slip away from my body-I felt upset that he was leaving me, but kept my head down as I was instructed to do so; that was until I heard a thud. I looked up to see a nurse rushing in front of me to Jared's body that was laying on the ground exclaiming "Dad? Dad? Are you okay?" As she was shaking his body, and placing a pillow under his head. Jared's pale face came to but had to continue laying on the floor in fear of passing out again-then all eyes were on the emotional pregnant lady who was about to give birth; I think they expected me to cry or get upset, because they seemed so cautious. Instead my emotions busted into laughter, belly roll laughter that couldn't be controlled, this was pleasantly returned by the rest of the room. The epidural went breezy as the room was so light-hearted and full of laughter, although I would have enjoyed a hand to hold, I didn't mind staring at my sweet husband lounging on the hospital floor. After the room was quite we laid, we waited, and we listened to the nurses tell the story and crack jokes about Jared passing out to people in the hallway.
At 10:42 AM a baby boy was born. He was held high for me to admire, then taken over to be cleaned up. I stared and listened to the cries that were erupting from the tiny 6 lbs 10 oz, 18 inches of baby-I had been waiting 8+ months to hear that sweet sound. Jared was following the nurses every step staring at his pretty little face. Within minutes of adoring him Jared said, with confidence in his voice, "he's a Boone," I just knew it was right too; he would be named after someone very special. We cuddled our sweet Boone, and introduced him to the people who had been awaiting his arrival. We got spoiled by the hospital for a couple days with sleep, but we were ready to go home. The day we got discharged we took our sweet tiny Boone to meet the man he was named after, my dad, who couldn't make it to the hospital for medical reasons that we had noticed arise during summer 2014. It was a introduction that was simple, sweet, and perfect. It was a time I realized how important my family is to me.
If i could do it over again I would inform my family about the incident of when we thought we had lost our sweet Boone boy, I would have told them I was pregnant sooner instead of waiting till I was 16 weeks along due to being scared something would happen again. I think that these times are when we need people the most, the times when we are scared and feeling alone.Our sweet Boone boy has brought so much joy, I think that his life was meant to be celebrated-just like I think that each life is meant to be celebrated no matter how small, short or long lived it may be, and we need our people there to do that. Not everything leading up to his arrival was easy, stress-less, or happy, but I do believe it was part of a plan that I may not fully understand.
SLIDESHOW PHOTOGRAPHY: KELSI HISKEY PHOTOGRAPHY