What Happened

Let me preface this by saying Brett and I got back from Idaho on September 9th.

Okay, September 10th...

I went into my Dr's appointment in the morning(I was 29 weeks and 1 day) for a regular check-up and also for my glucose test. Always fun.

I had a list of things to do after my appointment, which included but was not limited to unloading our suitcases and doing laundry. LOTS of laundry. And cleaning my house. We did, after all, just get back from a trip. It looked liked our suitcases threw up all over.

Anyway, I got there a little early to drink the glucose so I wouldn't have to be there all day. The end of my appointment, I saw my doctor. He couldn't get a good reading of the baby's heart with just the heart listening thing, so he did an ultrasound.

My doctor is so calm, that he is hard to read. He looked at the monitor for a while, then told me that after I got my blood drawn for my glucose, to go to the hospital and get hooked up to one of their fetal monitors, which can monitor the baby's heartbeat a little closer. He was concerned because the baby's heart rate was over 200.

I wasn't really worried at this point because my doctor is so calm. I get my blood drawn and head to the hospital, which is pretty much across the street. Go to labor and delivery to get hooked up to their fetal monitor. I am stripped down to nothing with a gown on and the monitor strapped to my belly. I honestly thought they would monitor the baby for an hour, and then I'd be going home.

Wrong.

As the nurse is listening to the heartbeat, all of a sudden she looks at me a little panicked says "What is your baby doing?" and runs out of the room. Now I'm starting to panic. What is my baby doing? Moving? I have no idea. I felt fine.

She had run out to page my doctor, who was there super quick. He came in and was listening to the baby when he said the worst words to hear when you are 29 weeks and 1 day pregnant.

"I'm going to have to do your c-section right now." (The baby's heart rate was around 60)

(P.S. It's taken me two weeks to be able to write this because I couldn't even think about that day and that phrase without bursting into tears)

I burst into tears. I just yelled over and over "No, no, no, it's too early!" I could barely give the nurse Nate's phone number so she could call him.

Within 10 minutes, Burke was born.

Nate found out after he got to the hospital.

Anyway, two weeks ago our lives were turned upside down in a flash. The first week was rough. I would cry all day, in public, in private... it didn't matter. But now we have this cute little guy and couldn't be happier. It's going to be a long road, and he'll probably be in the hospital for 2 more months, but we love him so much.
Everybody has been so helpful. My mother-in-law came and did all of our laundry. She had her cleaning lady come over and made my house spotless to come home to. My mom flew out to be with Brett so we could be at the hospital with the baby. Jessie spent most of the time with me at the hospital, because Nate was with the baby 3 hours away. She went to my house and packed me a bag, brought me food when I couldn't choke down the hospitals... she even drove me home. I am so grateful. I'm so grateful to everyone who has called, sent flowers, visited me in the hospital... everything. Really. We are truly humbled by the situation and every one's generosity.

I'm a lucky girl with a beautiful family.