Labor Day Weekend

Wednesday Aug.28th
I had just left work and Adam met me at the doctors office for a normal check up. By the look on the doctors face Adam and I both knew something was not good or unexpected. She looked at me and said, "this baby is NOT going to wait for her due date". She said she would be here with in the next week or two.  I was OK with that.  I knew all would be fine as long as she didn't come Labor Day weekend, our moving date. (our temp rental home sold and we had to move into an apartment until the big move to NC) When Adam and I got home we walked into a VERY HOT 90 degrees house. This had happened before and I called the landlord to let him know it was not working again.  Being that it was 7:00pm there wasn't much we could do about it.  So we booked a hotel room at the Comfort Inn and brought our dog with us.  Before we went to the hotel we decided to grab a bite to eat at Chili's. While eating I notice the "Braxton Hicks"  I had been having were getting somewhat uncomfortable. By the end of the meal I knew we needed to start timing them. Low and behold when we got back to the hotel they were 10 mins apart! Ahhhh I'm in a hotel, with my dog, I don't have anything packed for this baby, and this weekend we are moving!! We waited and waited for the contractions to be 5 minuets apart and it never happened. The intensity was painful but tolerable. Poor Adam just knew every ten minuets he was going to hear me take a deep breath and curl up into a ball.  This continued ALL NIGHT:\  Then it was like someone had hit a magic switch and they stopped. Gone, just like that! It was the best feeling in the world, but really curious as to what in the world was happening all night.  I called my doc and she said to keep my feet up and rest. This could continue for a few days and then stop. Some people have worse Braxton Hicks then others.  Geezzz, I'm so lucky.
Thursday Aug.30th
Throughout the day I would have one or two contractions an hour but it was nothing like the night before. I put my feet up and pretty much did nothing all day. Adam came home around 7:00 and slowly but surly the contractions started to come on just like the night before, only this time much more intense. Around 11:30 with contractions still 10 minuets apart, I called the on call doctor and he said again they didn't sound like labor contractions, but if it got to bad to go ahead and come on in.  Needless to say it was another long very painful night.  All of a sudden 7:00am rolls around and they stop again just like before. I was now feeling beyond exhausted and wanted answers so I made and appointment with my doc.  Adam and I showed up with the car seat and bags packed just in case she admitted me.  We weren't there for five minuets and she told me it was time to go down stairs and they baby was going to be here by midnight. Ahhhh!!! This was the worst thing we could hear. We had movers showing up at the house the following morning. 
Friday Aug.31 @ 12:37 am

Presley Susan Brown arrived into the world! She was soon whisked away to the NICU due to irregular heartbeat and daddy went with her.  My heart pounded out of my chest and began to plead with God to please let our baby girl be OK. Somehow someway there was an inner peace that this was all going to be OK. After another sleepless night and many hours of waiting for results, the cardiologist said she was just fine and she doesn't have any issues or problems with her heart other then having PAC's.  It's the most common among newborns and she would most likely grow out of it!! What a relief. As we got our good news, I began to look around the 60 bed nicu where almost every bed was filled with a baby. I found myself being so grateful for the little life we had been given. You see mammas sitting in chairs looking at their little ones for hours just hoping their child will make it another day. For a brief moment I thought that could have been me. That moment was when I walked into the room to see her after a local pastor had just been in the room praying over her. (that alone made me cry) When I walked in she was all bundled up with a handmade blanket, hat, booties, and doll. (thanks to the O'Conner High students)  I lost it.  I lost it because I knew why he was praying over her and I knew why she was given such sweet things.  Because she was sick, because something wasn't right. It was such a sweet thing to do for her. In that moment time froze. NOTHING mattered, nothing at all. She was the only thing that consumed my mind and I was 100% OK with that.
Sept. 2, 2012

We are going home!!! Oh, but home isn't the home I left:\  After a huge team effort from family and an amazing moving company, somehow someway my husband managed to move us into our new place while we were at the hospital. I had no clue what I was going to be walking into but prepared for the worst. When I walked in I found that my sweet mother had been working her tail end off all night unpacking our things and placing them where she thought I would like them. She IS Mother of the Year! Because of such amazing family and friends....I went home to a home not a house filled with boxes and clutter. 

After all the madness we now have a new understand and meaning for our "Labor Day Weekend".  We have had a wonderful first week and love every minuet with Presley.  Daddy is already a sucker and tends to her every need. 

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