Dear Fischer (Month One)

Dear Fischer,

From the moment I knew you were growing inside of me, I started begging the Lord for your life. For 40 and a half weeks, I prayed and asked that He would knit you together perfectly, that He would breathe life into your multiplying cells and that he would save your soul. One month ago, I begged the Lord for your life, that he would deliver you into my arms, that I would have the privilege of knowing you and raising you. Every day for the past month, I have looked into your sweet eyes and thanked the Lord for you and begged Him again for your life, that he would save you. And from now on, every day, I will pray that you would know the life-giver. That you would really know Him. That you would know him and serve him and love him. 

The past month, though a hard one, has been a testimony of the Lord's faithfulness to create LIFE. It's easy in the moments of tummy aches, transitions, sleepless nights, and tears to lose perspective of the joy that comes from the sweet fellowship with our maker. Your short life, Fischer Knox, has been a testimony and reminder deep deep down in my soul of the Lord's continued love and faithfulness to me. I have learned that the most important word in my vocabulary right now is GRACE. And I pray, my sweet, fussy, gassy, squeaky, bright-eyed boy, that you would learn to to mark your days by his faithfulness and that you too would learn to move with the rhythms of His grace. 

- You weigh 11lbs 3oz (90%) and are 22.5 inches tall (90%).
- You are wearing size 1 diapers and 0-3 month clothes
- You like to eat every 2.5-3 hours 
- Most nights you make it 4 hours between feedings. Some nights its 5. Last night, you lasted 6. 
- Your favorite awake-time activity is watching the mobile in your crib. 
- The hiccups plague you constantly (in addition to reflux and gassy-ness).
- You have started to smile occasionally 
- We have started you on a bottle, but you really only like it when mommy gives it to you.

We love you so much, Fischer. Our family is so blessed to have you as our fifth addition. 


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Sassy Interview #2

Great questions, friends!! I'm sure we will do it again so if you think of any more, feel free to send them my way!

1. Is there a lot more poop and poop stink like you thought there would be (since Fischer)?
Uh...(nods). Over there. On my pink chair. There is poop everywhere.

2. What do you think Fischer will be when he grows up?
A man.

2b. What about Shepherd?
A man.

3.If you could be any animal what would you want to be?
A pony, a horse. A baby unicorn and a mama unicorn.

4. Who is your favorite person in the whole wide world?
Grammy, and Papa, and Daddy. Those are my favorite persons in the whole wide world. Because they're cute. Because Jesus makes them.

5. What do you think Preschool will be like?

6. Tell us about what daddy does while he's at work.
He works on his computer. He does a lot of stuff in his office. He relieves on airplanes. And then he gets there and he works a lot of things. I don't know. About Jesus, only just Jesus. Jesus. and not other stuff. 

7a. What is the hardest thing about being a big sister?
Loving everyone.

7b. What is the best thing about being a big sister?
Just and loving everyone.

I'm planning on interviewing the Sasster again and thought I'd get your help with the questions.

Have a question or questions you want to ask her? Leave a comment (either here or on Facebook) and I will ask her and type her response exactly as she answers.

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Congratulations on Surviving

Overall, I feel I have been doing a decent job and not expecting too much from myself during this season with #3.

I have accepted the fact that I probably won't be caught up on my laundry (or figure out how to keep it caught up) for weeks.

I have learned to live with the idea of dishes sitting in the sink for longer than is probably even sanitary.

I have decided to give myself and my kids grace for moments like this:

or this

But up until yesterday, I admit that I was still loosely holding onto some simple expectations in my day.

Like keeping the toys in the den fairly picked up.

Or cleaning off the moose's high chair once a day.

Heck, even showering/bathing once a day.

After yesterday, I dropped any expectation whatsoever that goes beyond actually surviving.

It had already been a day with the Sasster. I don't think I have to explain further what that means but just in case you don't know what a day with her looks like, you can read about this one. I came out of my room to find that Sassy Pants had already come out of her room and made herself quite at home all by herself in the kitchen. 

This is what I walked into my kitchen to find:


Yes. She sure did stack those chairs all by herself. And Yes.  She sure did climb up them on top of the refrigerator to get down her new dance shoes that I was hiding from her. All be herself. Yes. She. Did.

"OH. MY. GOSH, LAURA KATE!!!! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH YOU???" (I forgot about the grace part in that moment).

"I don't know Mommy. I'm so sorry. But look at my new dance I just made up." She proceeded to dance circles around me in her new ballet slippers as I stood completely flabbergasted.  

I laid in bed last night and congratulated myself that all of the humans in my care were in fact breathing.  That is my new standard: breathing. 

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Fischer Meets the Great Outdoors

My husband sent me this text this morning:

And I made a split second decision that we were all going to go outside and enjoy it. I even went and got Fischer out of his bed where he was napping and transferred him to the stroller. I had to. Because other than getting in and out of the car, Fischer has never been outside before. That's the price you pay when you are born in the middle of a million degree weather. But this morning, it was just short of lovely.

See? Less than 80 Degrees!

The Sasster was pretty excited to bring brother outside.

Even the Moose wanted to help with brother's stroller.

What is going on? What is this place?

Wow! It's so big and bright!

Oh my goodness, this is wonderful!

This is almost too much for me! ah!

Look mommy! I found a puddle!

Splash! Splash!

Look Mommy! I found a driveway to dance in!

Waaaaahhhh!!!! Take me back outside!!!

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Charcoal Sunday

[**Guest Post: Today's post is written by my fabulous favorite sister. Read it. You will laugh and be encouraged.]

Sunday mornings are challenging at our house. And by challenging I mean hard. Most mornings I am
completely blessed (and spoiled) to have my husband there to help me get our kiddos up and going
and our day started so that we can both make it to work sort of on time. On Sundays, however, Daddy
has to be at the church super early (he works there), and Mommy is left to get both kiddos and myself
up, fed, dressed, in the car, out the door, and to church with happy faces plastered on – all in a very
short amount of time. Most Sundays we leave something at home: sippy cups, Bibles (often), happy get the idea. But I consider it a pretty huge success if we make it to church on time.

We were not on time this Sunday.

And we forgot the happy faces at home. And the sippy cup. And the Bibles. Sigh.

Things were actually going relatively well, and we were set to be on time. Maybe even a little bit early.
This should have been my first clue that disaster was imminent. I had myself dressed, Cohen (our 2 year
old) dressed with his hair combed up into the obligatory faux hawk, and I just needed to change Cason
(our 7 month old), toss a few things into the diaper bag, and we were set. I left Cohen in the living room
watching Lady and the Tramp, double checked the locks on the doors (because you never know with a 2
year old boy), and took Cason to his room to get him ready.

I might have been in Cason’s room for about 5 minutes. Probably less. But when I walked back into our
living room, Lady and the Tramp were enjoying a romantic spaghetti dinner and Cohen was nowhere to
be found. The doors were still locked but I seriously couldn’t find him anywhere in the house.

I willed myself not to panic and then my eyes drifted to the back door. It was locked, but I’d forgotten
about the doggie door. It was open. Cohen can fit through the doggie door. Sigh.

I opened the back door and there he was. Running around the back yard. Mostly naked. And he was
black. Seriously.

My precious little boy had discovered the bag of charcoal next to our grill and in record time had
managed to cover himself in black soot.

I looked at the clock. Church was starting in 15 minutes. Sigh.

After a lecture, apologies, and kisses, I put him in the tub for a bath and texted my hubby that we were
running VERY late. We finally made it church, but I was ready for a nap before the sermon even started!

To be honest, we’re having a lot of running around the yard naked covered in charcoal moments these
days. Cohen is a challenge to parent right now. Toss in a teething baby, a full time job, and not much
sleep and more often than not I go bed feeling like I just lost some cataclysmic battle that I have to get
up and fight all over again the next day. Last week I was feeling pretty discouraged and the Lord was
really faithful to give some good encouragement and reminders that I needed to hear. So here’s what
I’m slowly, imperfectly learning.

1.There are no perfect parents and no perfect children. It’s sometimes really easy for me to look
at some of my friends with their kids and think that they have it all figured out. Their kids sleep,
their kids never act out in public, they always make it to church on time. This just isn’t true. Or
maybe it is, but there are other parts of parenting that are hard for them. It just doesn’t work to
2. There are more things that I like about being a mom than there are things that I don’t like. I
need to say this out loud to myself every day at least five times. But it’s true. I love that God
has blessed me with these two beautiful boys. I am supposed to be their mother. It is my
highest calling, even if it’s not my most fun calling at times. And there are a lot of things that
I really like about it. I like how funny Cohen is. I like Cason’s gummy smiles when he sees me.
I like that Cohen still likes to give me kisses and wants to snuggle. I like, no LOVE, that Cason
sleeps through the night (even if his big brother still doesn’t!) And I like that I get to be their
mom. I really do.
3. It’s ok to just “make it” until bedtime. Sometimes you just have to survive. Because I work
outside of the home, I often battle with guilt when I’m not enjoying the time that I’m with my
boys in the mornings, evenings, and on the weekends. My oh-so-brilliant sister let me off the
hook a little bit last week with a reminder that maybe I need to adjust my expectations when
it comes to the daily tasks of parenting. Nobody said that it would always be sunshine and
rainbows and giggles. More often than not it’s tantrums and vomit and tears. But that’s okay
too. Because every day, bedtime eventually comes and we get to hit the reset button. And
once we’re able to look past the difficult circumstances, we can realize something amazing……
4. We are raising PEOPLE! Incredible, intricate, complicated people. Who will hopefully grow
up to be godly men (or women), and who will make valid contributions to society and to the
Kingdom. That’s a monumental task, and thank God for His grace and new mercies each day!

So when you find yourselves in the middle of a running around the yard naked covered in charcoal kind
of moment this week, I hope that the Lord will bless you with a reminder that as challenging as this
season may be, investing in our kids is worth all the hard times. And don’t worry. We can have a clean
house and sleep when they’re in college!

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Today, A List

1. I had an incredible friend keep #1 and #2 for me during the day.

2. I napped and showered and went to Target. Amen.

3. I am feeling a lot better from the wicked Mastitis. Praise the Lord for good antibiotics. And Advil.

4. This happened. And I fell a little more in love with each of them.

5. At church tonight, the Sasster grabbed Shepherd by his shirt and dragged him on his tummy across the carpet. I was running at her, holding Fischer, yelling at her to stop. She did not until the SBOAM caught up with her and took care of things. Someone needs to tell that girl's parents to get a handle on things. Poor Moose.

6. At 10:15 tonight, only one of my babies was asleep. The other two were screaming in their beds. I'll let you figure out which was which.

7. I am finally starting to feel like myself a little bit. Starting to see the foggy light through the haze. I noticed it when I started longing for routine today. It's all coming back, coming back to me now. Baby, Baby, Baby.
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Fischer is Two Weeks!

Dear Fischer,

My little squeaky baby... Oh, how I am enjoying snuggling you. As tired as I am and as hard as the past two weeks have been, nothing can take away from the joy I feel at getting to know you, my sweet third baby.On Friday you weighed 8lbs 11oz (75%) and were 21 inches long(90%). (I'm pretty sure they got your height wrong in the hospital because the nurse had to stretch it to get 21 inches on Friday. My guess is that you were probably 20.5 inches when you were born just like your siblings).
  • You sure do like to eat and it is looking like you will be another fast nurser just like your older siblings. You are eating every 2-3 hours, sometimes 4 at night.
  • You are already out of newborn diapers and just barely fitting in the newborn clothes. You are getting too big too fast!!
  • Unfortunately, we are already dealing with some reflux. Dr. G gave us some medicine to try and I think it is already making a slight difference. I am hopeful it will help give you some relief. One of the biggest symptoms of the reflux is nasal congestion which I didn't know was connected with refux until we saw the doctor on Friday. You also make this gaggy/choking noise that is also associated with reflux. 
  • Dr. G had to cauterize your umbilical cord with silver nitrate because it was still oozing a little bit. You did not like that very much.
  • We went back to the hospital to have your second PKU heel prick done (because Dr. G doesn't do that test in his office). 
  • You also have some crazy diaper rash starting. Poor buddy.... we are going to get a handle on all of this to help you feel a little bit better.
  • You don't quite know what to do with your sasster but she sure does love you. She can't wait to hold you and kiss you and she talks about you and asks about you non-stop. You remind me so much of her when she was a baby. 
  • I have full faith that one day your brother and you will be the best of friends but that day is not going to happen any time soon. I am so sorry he pushed your face away from him and that he gets so jealous when daddy holds you. He will come around one day....promise. 
  • Your daddy loves you so much and is so excited that you are here. I love to watch him hold you. You look so teeny tiny compared to his big muscles!
  • Today was your first time at church and you spent half the time in your car seat and the other half sleeping snuggled up to mommy.
  • You have fuzzy, old man hair, and I think you are so cute! You have the funniest expressions. 
I am so looking forward to watching you grow and we are so glad you are here and healthy! We love you so much!
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Fischer's Birth Story, Part Three

Part Three: Recovery

Recovering from labor and delivery (not to mention 9+ months of pregnancy) sucks.

Recovering from a C-Section really sucks.

I always thought if I had to have a C-Section I would be really upset and sad. I was surprised that I didn't feel this way at all. As I was wheeled into my post-partum room, I felt pure relief, even thankfulness at my C-section and the ability to get Fischer out and save his life.

I was however, upset that I had to recover from a C-section. Here are the things I have found to be difficult in my experience:

  • Nausea - from the moment I was wheeled out of surgery into recover and later to post-partum, I battled nausea. I knew if I tried to sit up too fast I would throw up. It was just hard to coordinate nursing laying flat on my back, so I tried to sit up just a little bit...literally inches....bad choice, mama, bad choice. It took me a full 12 hours before I could even sit up a little bit without waves and waves of nausea (and this was with anti-nausea medication). 
  • Itching - Oh the itching. After surgery they gave me a medication called "demi-morph" (sp?) that is basically a time-released morphine that stays in your system for 24 hours. Now, I have had morphine before and never had any negative reactions. This little cocktail however made me itch from head to toe every time it would release medication. For the full 24 hours. Wow it was intense.
  • Hot flashes - also a reaction from the demi-morph. We kept our room temp as low as it would go and I was so so hot. 
  • Pain - It took a couple days for the pain to really set it. I had the morphine for the first 24 hours.  I also had been walking a lot because I had heard this was the key to fast healing is walking. So I walked. By Tuesday night, the pain, with the highest level of medication I was allowed, was unbearable. I cried it hurt so bad, but when I cried it made the pain worse so I tried to restrain myself. Finally, by the end of Wednesday, I was feeling a little better. The good news is, that was the worst of the pain. Since I've been home, I've actually been surprised at how much I havn't been hurting. I'm sore and tender at the incision site but for the most part feel pretty decent in this area. I was able to get off the heavy pain meds within a couple days and have just been taking Advil. 
  • Headache - On Wednesday in the hospital, I had an awful headache set in. It did not leave for days. I called my doctor on Saturday and he said it sounded like a spinal headache. Probably not a full-blown spinal headache since I had an epidural and not a spinal block, but the lining on my spinal cord was probably irritated causing the headache. The "cure" is to caffeinate and hydrate. It worked and after a couple days of a lot of caffeine, it was gone. 
  • Fatigue - I have to say this has been the hardest part since being home. Since I havn't been hurting like I expected to, I want to be able to operate on the same level as I was before but the truth is, a major surgery takes it out of you. On top of having a newborn who wants to eat all the time (which would be expected C-section or not), I just feel so tired and lack any energy and stamina. I think this is what takes the full 6 weeks to recover from. 
  • No heavy lifting - including my 26lb moose. My doctor said for around 2 weeks just depending on how I feel. He told me I didn't have to worry about pulling stitches or opening the incision, but it could hurt me if I tried to lift him too soon. I have lifted him a couple times without any effect on me, I just can't hold him for very long. 
  • Baby Blues - Next to the fatigue, this is the hardest. This would have effect on me C-section or not. I just feel sad sometimes and just get emotional sometimes for no reason. It is nothing severe, but it is something I have experienced all three times. I can rationally think through and know that what I am feeling is not "real" that is is spurred on by hormones, but it doesn't make it go away any faster. I am so thankful for a patient husband who never runs out of hugs and is always available to stop what he is doing to hold me. I know that hopefully very soon, I will snap out of it and feel "normal" again and I am very ready for that day. 
Even though this has been far from fun, and so much of it unexpected, I have seen and felt the Lord continue to walk me through this. He never changes regardless of my circumstances. He is always faithful. 

Kyle goes back to work next week and I will have all 3 kids by myself. I am so ready to establish a routine (and my very routine-driven children are too), but I am so overwhelmed as well. I highly cherish your prayers as we embark on this newest adventure. I know that the Lord will continue to show his faithfulness and I am trying to rest in that. 

**I do have to make note of the incredible family and friends who have helped us out. From sweet visits in the hospital, delicious meals, playing with LK and Shep, encouraging calls and texts, and invaluable prayers, we are so so blessed.

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Fischer's Birth Story, Part Two

Part Two: Labor and Delivery

After a night of broken sleep (with a certain four year old who needed a little bit of snuggle and reassurance that mommy was going to be ok), Kyle and I both woke up before our alarms that were set for 4:00a.m. and got dressed and ready to go. We left our house at ten till 5:00.

When we walked into the fancy hospital, it was completely empty. No one in sight. We beat the front desk guy. He did arrive very shortly and handed us off to the guy who had us sign all the papers (not sure what his official title is). After signing papers, the guy who had us sign all the papers called up to LDR and had them send someone down to escort us upstairs.

We walked in upstairs and got settled into our room. A couple different nurses came in to get information, get my IV port in, etc... Somewhere in that process, I was hooked up to monitors to monitor Fischer's heart rate and my contractions. I was amazed at the number of contractions I was having. I knew I had been having contractions for weeks, but I was probably only feeling half of them. At that point, Fischer's heart rate looked good, in the normal range, but they kept using the word "sleepy" to describe his baseline heart rate, meaning there wasn't as much activity as they really want to see. (This was especially true after I got my epidural.) I was reassured at that point that he probably was just asleep and we would watch it but it wasn't really anything to worry about.

At the 7:00am shift change, we met our rockstar nurse for the day, Casey. She got my pitocin started.

My parents arrived about 8:30 or so. And by about 9:30 I was ready for my epidural. The guy from anesthesia (I can't ever remember his title) came in and got to work placing the epidural. His name was Jamie and I told him he was going to be my best friend that me he was. Not only did he have an excellent bedside manner but I just felt that he was very attentive to me and Fischer watching both of our vitals and making sure that my pain management was completely under control.

At this point, my contractions were easily every 2-3 minutes apart but I was only dialated to a 3. We also still had not seen my doctor yet. This was so different from both of my other labors. With my other experiences, my doctor was there first thing in the morning to break my water and get my pitocin going, so I just expected this would be the case this time. My nurse told me it just depends on the doctor and that we may not see him until later in the afternoon. I was a little disappointed, only because I knew that breaking my water would help my labor progress.

In the meantime, I was REALLY enjoying not feeling contractions for the first time in weeks. I was reading in my fancy room, talking with Kyle and my parents and just relaxing. Oh and eating grape popsicles (they had my favorite...Bluebell Bullets).

At 9:53 I sent this text to a few friends:
"Great epidural!!! Wonderful nurse. Fancy hospital. Things are progressing well. Looks like it will be a great day."

And at 10:50:
"I am the only patient in labor and delivery right now. Kind of surreal. And wonderful. And I'm eating grape bluebell popsicles. Nothing could be going better."

Around Noon, Dr. Pierce came in and said he wanted to check me and break my water. My parents went down to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. At 12:15, Dr. Pierce attempted to break my water but we didn't really see any fluid. He asked the nurse for "forward pressure" and she started pushing Fischer down towards my doctor. Still nothing happened. (In hindsight and after talking to my doctor, we both feel there is a good chance that I had a slow leak of fluid that probably started the day before when I thought I just had really poor bladder control. This was not necessarily a huge deal but would explain the no fluid.)

At this point I saw looks of concern pass between Casey and Dr. Pierce. I couldn't see the monitors from the position I was laying so I didn't know what was going on. Things started moving very quickly. My nurse called for more hands and layed my bed completely flat and started turning me from side to side. She put oxygen on me and kept telling me very calmly to take slow deep breaths. When I was on my right side I could see Kyle and he was amazing. He locked eyes with me and just kept calmly saying, "it's  ok, baby. Everything is going to be ok." It was also during this time that I remembered the end of the movie "Father of the Bride, Part II" when the doctor tells George she could have the baby out in a matter of seconds if she had to. I know, random, but for some reason I latched on to that thought.

I still didn't know what the reason for the sudden concern was, but I can tell you that I was able to remain calm. I would not have thought I would have been able to not just act so calm but really feel it. Even though I was really worried and had started to cry a little bit, the Lord was so good to hold me in that moment and lock eyes with me through my amazing husband and comfort me in a moment when I easily could have and would have panicked.

When nothing was working to bring up Fischer's heart rate (which I found out later is what the actual problem was), Dr. Pierce said:  "Ok Carrie, we need to make a decision. The baby's heart rate keeps dropping and not coming up to an acceptable level. I think we need to get him out of there." In that moment, I felt 100% complete trust in him and knew he was going to do what was best for us, so I said "Ok, let's get him out."

What I found out after surgery was that Fischer's sleepy heart rate had plummeted when Dr. Pierce tried to break my water from it's consistent 120s down to the 60s, 50s and even 40s at one point. It would come back up to the 80s or 90s and then drop again. When they were rolling me, they were trying to see if maybe Fischer was laying on his cord and wanted to see if they could get him in a different position and that would help get his heart rate up. When that didn't work, that's when we were hurried to surgery.

Dr. Pierce said, "Ok, Let's!" He told Kyle they were getting him scrubs to put on and he needed to put them on quickly. The nurses in the room were moving so fast. Things were flying around the room, getting unplugged, dropped on the floor, monitors unhooked, crazy crazy, fast fast.

As I was being wheeled (run) down the hall, and I tried to gulp down the reality of a C-section, I was praying and praying. I heard someone ask, "Did you get ahold of NICU?" and I prayed some more. At this point, I started feeling Fischer move a lot more and that gave me a little bit of reassurance that he was at least still moving and alive.

When we got to the door of the OR, they asked Kyle to wait right outside the door and told him they would come get him when they got everything set up. Inside, I immediately saw that Fischer's heart rate was at least bouncing up to over 100 but it still wasn't staying up. They hung the curtain up so I couldn't see what was happening. Casey came over and explained that if everything stayed ok with Fischer that they would just be able to add more medicine to my epidural but if not they would have to put me completely out and I would wake up in recovery. Thankfully, Fischer cooperated and Jamie was just able to put more medicine in my epidural. He told me I should not feel pain but would still feel pressure. Let me just tell you that I don't do a good job of differentiating between the two. I did not feel severe sharp cutting pain, but the pressure I felt was definitely painful. The actual delivery of Fischer was a lot more painful than the delivery of either LK or Shepherd.

Somewhere along the process, Kyle was let back in and allowed to sit right at my head. I asked him to start praying out loud and he did and the whole time remained so calm. Not once did I see him panic or lose his cool. I was able to lean on his strength and not worry because he wasn't (or didn't seem) worried.

There were so many people in the room but every one of them came over and made eye contact with me and told me who they were and why they were there. I felt VERY taken care of and felt that the staff in that room when above and beyond just doing their jobs. 

At 12:35, just 20 minutes after Dr. Pierce attempted to break my water, I heard the beautiful cry of my sweet Fischer. Dr. Pierce said, "Carrie, he's grabbing onto my scrubs. He looks good!". I continued to revel in the sweetest sounds of my baby's cries while they checked him completely and started to put me back together. After a couple minutes, they allowed Kyle to come and meet his son and I took a long, relieving, deep breath as I listened to my studly man speak sweet gentle words to his baby as I have heard him do two other times in my life. These are some of my favorite memories and I knew everything would be ok. A couple minutes after that, Kyle brought Fischer over so I could see him and I got to talk to him and look at him.

After I was stitched up, the curtain taken down, oxygen mask off and the room starting to clear out, I was moved to a different bed and allowed to hold Fischer while they wheeled me to recovery. Now, I have not really cared about the whole skin-to-skin thing before. My attitude has always been, if it happens, great, but please wipe the blood, cheese and guts off first. I still feel the same way about the goo, but have definitely come to see incredible benefit in the process. I had skin to skin with Fischer when I first held him, literally on the way to recovery. Immediately Fischer started rooting and wanting to latch on and eat. In recovery I nursed him for an hour.

I sent Kyle to get my mom who had been waiting with my dad in my ransacked labor room with very limited information. They had been in the middle of lunch when Kyle quickly sent them the text "O.R. PRAY NOW" when he was waiting in the hall. They rushed up to my room and the nurses kept them as informed as possible, but needless to say they were freaking out a little bit. This was one of the difficult things for me because everything happened so fast and I wanted and needed to tell people to pray, especially my parents, but it happened so fast. I'm thankful the Lord still takes care of things even when I can't help at all (imagine that).

While I never wanted to have a C-section, I am thankful for the decision that was made that essentially saved Fischer's life. And while recovering has not been fun at alland the events of that Monday took me by surprise, I am so thankful that not one second of it took the Lord by surprise. He held me all day and he held Fischer for every second.  The Lord continues to show himself faithful and take care of me.

After spending about 2 hours in recovery, we were taken up to our post-partum room to begin the really fun process of recovery. (I'll cover that in Part Three)

Thanks to my dad for taking some sweet pictures of our time in the hospital. Enjoy!

Fischer's Birth Story, Part One
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