So much has taken place in the last week that we have found ourselves too busy to even sit down and write out the events that have taken place. Late Tuesday evening (August 23rd) I began feeling consistent contractions that led me to call the hospital and rush in to be monitored. I was in the Houston at that time with only Ava and my Dad, so we made the call to Chris to jump in the car. I was admitted into the hospital and there began one of the most stressful and emotional parts of the journey thus far. As I laid there in a small bedroom hooked up to multiple monitors I looked around and thought, “Why God, just simply why?” I spent the next two and half hours waiting for my husband to get there all the time thinking about what was going to happen if he didn’t make it in time. The very sight of him walking around the curtain was probably the best present I have ever received. I spent the next two nights in the hospital under close observation as we received the news that I am now 5 cm dilated but still not in active labor.
We were discharged from the hospital on Thursday where we then went to the Ronald McDonald house. We were able to find an apartment in the medical area that will give us a consistent home away from home rather than living out of a suitcase. We are to stay within a few mile radius of the hospital because when it’s time, it’s going to be quick! We spent the weekend amongst lots of family as Chris’ parents flew in and most of my family had made the drive up from Austin to be with us. I wanted to post some pictures of our time together over the last week.
In between these snapshot moments have been very deeply emotional times. The stress of rushing to the hospital, being on edge as to how he will be delivered safely, and trying to do what’s best for our family have led to many tears along the way. It has been and will continue to be a very difficult and exhausting battle. As I fight against the feelings of inadequacies as a mother, I look at these moments captured by our camera along the way and it gives me hope that one day our life will be somewhat normal again. That there will be days without tears and heartbreak. I long for the day to see Jackson’s face and hold his sweet little body. Every day is an upward climb and fatigue has set in, but I know that we are mere days away from seeing the next chapter of our lives.
My favorite visitor to the hospital!
Taking time to thank the awesome nurses that kept me pregnant for a bit longer!
Discharged from the hospital and at the Ronald McDonald House.
A little family time in between moving locations.
Learning to ice skate with Daddy.
Found cute elf pajamas for Jackson at the mall.... love Crazy8 kids clothes!
Having contractions, but my favorite buddy is reading me a story!
My sister and I at lunch.