CPR-Surviving with 3 Boys!: Baby Reece is here!

July started like June ended, bed rest, doctors appointments (Pop keeping the boys while my friend Tracey drove me), and people taking care of all my stuff! Dad and Brenda were able to come down for 4th of July weekend. They took the boys out for breakfast each morning, including their first trip to Waffle House- wow, such a milestone in their lives;), shopping at Target, swimming, a trip to the McWane center....it was a busy one!! The boys had a great time.

After they hit the road Monday morning, Brad and the boys headed to Bebe and Pop's house for lunch and swimming....after a fun-filled afternoon there, we fought off the rain and celebrated the 4th inside at our neighbor's house. I went over to eat and people served me on the couch....geez, I had it good....but then headed back to the couch while the daddys and the kids did fireworks outside. I did sit on the porch for a few minutes so the boys could see me "watching" them!

Tuesday I headed to the doctor and the pressure was up again. I did the PIH workup for the 3rd time and after the all clear I was sent home...to come back Thursday. Thursday when I arrived at the doctor, pressure was still up and Dr. Davis said it was time....the baby was not going to gain much more maturity and my health was becoming more at risk for something "catastrophic" to happen. Geez...ok, I get it....did she have to say catastrophic?!?! Bebe had taken me to the doctor, so she headed over to the hospital with me and I got admitted. They did yet another PIH workup to determine if we needed to deliver that afternoon or if we could hold off for Friday morning. Needless to say, Brad immediately headed that way....he didn't want to "almost miss it" again!!

The PIH workup came back with increased creatine ratio...meaning my kidneys were starting to be effected. She said it wasn't an emergency type situation at that point, but that we needed to get that baby delivered before it became one! This is the same problem I had with the boys, so I knew it was go time. We scheduled delivery for 8am the next morning.

After phone calls, text messages and emails being made/sent out- Pop and Daddy brought the boys and joined us at the hospital. We ate dinner and then the boys headed home with Bebe and Pop for the night....Brad didn't want to risk missing anything;)

At 5am the nurse started getting me ready...around 7, Gramp, Granny, Abigail and Rachel made it after getting just a few hours of sleep at the hotel. Around 745 they came and got me and Brad and I walked, literally walked, about 100 feet to the operating room and got ready to meet our new little boy!! They had a little bit of trouble getting my spinal in, due to the hardware in my back, but after a few tries and going in from the side he got it!! Just a few minutes later @ 8:14 little Reece Morgan was born. He screamed immediately (thank you Lord) and they said, "Wow, he's a wiggly thing!" Seems par for the course:)

Mom and Dad waiting