Where do I begin?

Married with a step-daughter and expecting my first child, I was so excited. But my pregnancy was a little bumpy. 

In February, I had my first ultrasound. I learned that the baby did not want to reveal their gender. And for the moment I was OK with that. Logan was due at the end of June 2002. In March, there was a heat wave, and I was dying. By April, I had started to gain excessive amounts of weight. At this point I decided I needed to know the gender. Call it mother’s intuition but I had a feeling something was wrong. During that ultrasound the doctor found what he thought were amniotic bands. Let the panic begin!). I was sent to specialists where we discovered that there were no bands, but that my uterus was split into two sections (In case I didn’t feel abnormal enough already, this confirmed it.). While we discovered that I was having a baby boy, we also found out that I had toxemia. In the beginning of May, I was hospitalized and put on bed rest. I was scheduled for a c-section, but my water broke.  

At the hospital, the doctor decided to wait until the morning to deliver my son, but when morning came, we found out that the rain overnight had flooded the surgical suite. It wasn’t until about 3:00pm when they rolled me into the suite. I was scared. I had no clue what was happening. I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t learn anything about what would happen. I was too young for a baby! But he was coming. 

They talked me through it, delivered my baby, took him away, and I went into recovery. Hours later I was able to go to my room where I proceeded to vomit. All over. Who knew that “Have a few ice chips” didn’t mean “Eat them all”? 

This is how our story began…