Alternate Title: Why Dental Check-ups are good!
For those of you who remember Landry's birth story (going into labor in the middle of the sermon at Houston's First Baptist Church), you'll find it amusing that Shannon did not want to be upstaged by his big brother's entrance and came with a dramatic entrance of his own!
For approximately the past month, I had been experiencing swelling in my ankles and feet, but my doctor wasn't concerned about it because my blood pressure results consistently came back as normal. This held true even through my most recent appointment the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Over the weekend, my swelling continued to increase and I started having a puffy face (Think: Will Smith in
Hitch after his allergic reaction to shellfish.) But, I kept on reassuring myself that the doctor had just seen me a couple of days ago, and everything was fine.
On Tuesday, I had a scheduled dentist appointment so that I could get it out of the way before Shannon arrived. (As a side note, I also had big plans to take my first stab at potty-training Landry this next week too. Ha!) The dentist hygienist took my blood pressure before my cleaning, and it had jumped by 50 over the week. I still didn't realize the significance of this jump until my Mom, with her nursing background, indicated that I needed to call the doctor that same day.
When I called the doctor, he wanted to see me Wednesday morning, so Landry, my Mom and I headed to my appointment in the med center. Based on my lab results and blood pressure levels, I had developed pre-eclampsia, which put me at risk for a stroke, seizures, and/or liver problems, so they admitted me to the hospital right away. (I had no bags, no camera, no baby book, no clothes on me. We still have a half-way ready nursery, an unassembled double stroller, a bassinet still in a moving box, and an infant car seat in the attic. But I experienced firsthand yesterday that those things really don't matter and certainly don't slow down a baby's arrival!)
I delivered Shannon via c-section at 4:35 Wednesday afternoon - all 74 ounces of him! I've held him for a couple of minutes on the operating table but have yet to see his fingers, toes, or even his hair because he was so tightly swaddled!
We were told in advance that we should expect Shannon to have some issues because of his prematurity. So far, he seems to be doing well. He's on oxygen, and he'll be in the NICU for several weeks, but he hasn't needed a ventilator yet. The pediatrician indicated that there will be ups and downs for him along the way these next few days, but we have no reason to think that there will be any long-term effects.
So, this morning, we're thanking God for all the ways that we've seen His providence these past few days - down to the fact that a routine dentist appointment tipped us off that something was wrong well before I otherwise would have known!
Will you join us in thanking God for the gift of Shannon and continue to pray for him to grow and thrive? Before we can take him home, he needs to 1)be able to eat on his own and 2) be able to keep himself warm in a crib.
For now, I'll leave you with a picture of the little guy. We're smitten and think you'll be too!