Brody's Arrival Story

Well we have a blog set-up for Brody. I told him yesterday that he is going to be famous. He's been prayed for all over this country and in a few others before he was even born and I know everyone is continuing to lift him in prayer. First and foremost, THANK YOU for your prayers. I know we wouldn't have gotten him this far with out them and it is what will carry us through this and bring him home.

For those of you wanting to know more details of how our little guy came to earth.......I wasn't feeling well on Sunday, cramping woke me up but I figured nothing has been normal with me yet so why worry. It didn't feel like labor (not that I knew what that felt like). I went to church, went to my mom and dad's - still cramping but nothing I could "time". On the way home Brent said we should go home and take a nap. I said to go home, change clothes, and go to the hospital, I didn't feel well.They determined that it was premature labor and admitted me. I was put on meds to stop labor, which only put it at bay it never completely stopped. I was bummed because I thought I was looking at bed rest for the last 3 months. Monday - we rested - still contractions some but not hard and not consistent. Tuesday at 2:30 am the contractions woke me and when they seemed to have a pattern I woke Brent (maybe around 4am, not sure) and got the nurse. At sometime Brent called our parents. It is all a blur to me but at one point 3 docs and 2 nurses stormed the room with a portable ultrasound and were shoving on me to find the baby's heartbeat and then they put oxygen on me. They came in and said that Brody was not in distress but in stress and I was not going to an emergency c-section but I was the first one of the day (in 20 minutes). He was losing blood and they couldn't figure out why and it would be better to take care of him on the outside. I remember looking at the clock it was 8:55am when I heard his wee little cry. I looked at Brent and said, "He sounds so little." The nurse came and asked B if he wanted to see him. He came back in the OR a few moments later and lifted his scrub shirt to expose two perfect little footprints on his t shirt. He said he was little, bruised, but good.
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