This is the birth story of Jaxson Lee Forrest Willis born September 17, 2010 6lbs 7oz.
I will start off by saying that MacKenzie (my 8 year old daughter) wished for a baby brother for Christmas. She wrote Santa many letters asking for him!
January 22, 2010
First off I must say it was a total shock and surprise to find out I was pregnant. I remember the day plain as can be. I was going to lunch with one of my girlfriends (MaryEllen). She picked me up and I told her, I though that I needed to take a pregnancy test ASAP!!! We had plans to go to subway in Rock Island for lunch, so we decided to stop at Walgreens across the street and get a test. We rushed over to subway… she got in line (a really long line) and I ran to the bathroom with the test shoved in my purse. I was shaking and nervous… I was almost 40, I couldn’t possibly be pregnant I thought. But the test came back positive within seconds (same thing when I found out I was pregnant with MacKenzie). I rushed out of the bathroom and was shaking and freaking out… we had to leave because I couldn’t stand in that long line, I needed out of there! We drove through MacDonalds, as I was searching for the courage to call my boyfriend and share the news with him. He was super excited and worried, because I was worried about my age being a huge factor. So I called the doctor to get my first appointment set up.
First appointment was actually pretty scary for me. I guess I forgotten about all the questions, since almost 9 years had passed since I given birth and all the different tests that were available. The question was… did I really need all of these scary tests? Would I love this baby less if there was something wrong? I was seriously freaking out, eventually I decided against it… but still questioned myself daily if I should have done it or not. I felt because of my age it was the best thing to do… but then I thought I don’t want to put the baby at risk. I was about 6 weeks along when I had my first sonogram. My husband, daughter and step daughter were all there for me for support. We all got to see the first picture of the bean together which is always so exciting and was given a due date of September 28, 2010! I thought to myself, I have to have this baby before September 23 (my birthday, my 40th birthday). No way was I going to be 40 and have a baby, lol! We got our pictures of baby bean and we headed home. The next day, I received a call from my doctor stating they had some concerns about the sonogram. The sonogram showed another mass on the outside of the uterus. They though that maybe I was carrying twins and that one attached itself in the wrong spot. This was all so hazy for me to remember because I was super panicked! They scheduled another sonogram, and another one a month or so later, to see if it was growing. They wanted to keep a close eye on it because they really had no idea what it was. They were afraid that this mass could possibly grow and burst. I was told that if I had any sort of pain or cramping, I was to get to the Emergency Room ASAP! In the mean time, they kept a close eye on me. They scheduled an appointment in Iowa City, to look at this mass and hopefully be able to tell me the sex of the little bean I was carrying. All of the months of worrying and being watched closely… and all the what if’s! Finally, the day came for our trip to Iowa City. I was so nervous and so excited at the same time. People were so nice there. Everything went perfect and we found out we were having a boy!!!!! Didn’t take long to figure out a name for him!!! And I was relieved to find out that the mass was nothing. So time went on… the summer was hot, I could hardly stand to be outside and if I was, I was in a pool floating around. The heat made me so sick to my stomach. I hated the summer of 2010. I am normally a summer kind of girl, but not this year… I wanted it over with, pronto!!!! The hotter it got, the worse I felt. As the months slowly went by and September was creeping up on us…the bigger and more miserable I got. I got nothing done around the house, the weather was killing me, I didn’t feel good at all and all I wanted to really do was sleep. I thought if my stomach stretched anymore I would just split in half. I wanted to have this baby, now!!! My feet were starting to swell… and I wondered if I actually had any bones left in my feet since I hadn’t seen them for awhile. Doctors weren’t concerned yet about the swelling but were concerned because Jaxson hadn’t flipped yet, she talked to me about c-sections and what not but because everything was still looking good she told me to keep my feet up as much as possible and pray that he flipped. Thank goodness it was flip flop weather because that’s really the only thing I could fit these fat sausages into. Finally September was here, had my last real doctors appointment on September 16, 2010. I got asked all the same questions as every other appointment. They were concerned with the swelling of my feet, legs and high blood pressure. I’ve never had high blood pressure. They had me lay down for a few minutes and took my blood pressure again, and it was down. That didn’t stop their concern though, and I was scheduled another appointment the next day at 10am. I was sent to Trinity in Moline to have a stress test done, ugggh!! I was once again freaking out! I was told to go home, lay down and that they would see me in the morning. They said if my blood pressure was up that I was going to be having a baby!
September 17, 2010 10am
Went to my doctors appointment, they sent me directly to Trinity, no going home, no nothing… get to hospital now! I was super scared, because it wasn’t natural labor… I was scared because it was going to happen right now…. And I was starving because I hadn’t eaten anything since the night before. I cried on the way to the hospital as we made calls to family and friends. I called my daughters school and told them my mother would be picking her up early so she could be there with me. I think that may have been a mistake, lol! She doesn’t want to birth her own children… she wants to adopt!! Anyhow, I got to the hospital and I got gowned up and begged them for food, coarse they said no, they got the IV in and started the pitocin around 11:30am-12pm and it wasn’t long before I was having contractions. The contractions weren’t to bad and I managed to breath through them with no problems. As time went and the contractions seemed back to back and it seemed I hardly had time to breath let alone focus on anything… it hit me… I don’t know what it was or where it came from. It HURT! It HURT BAD!!! It felt like Jaxson was trying to push his way out of my side with his feet coming first. I really thought I was going to pass out and thought to myself, this is it. I can’t do this any longer, I wanted to cry and just give up. That’s when I asked for something. They asked if I wanted the stuff to relax me, and I politely said no I don’t like that stuff, and that I wanted an epidural as soon as possible. Thank goodness I was far enough along, except that now I was going to have to wait for two bags of fluid to go into my body. I thought they would never be empty. Forty five minutes is a long time to wait for something you know is going to take away the pain. Finally, I got my wish and got my epidural. It was VERY different than the one I had with my daughter. Apparently with her, they gave me to much and I could feel nothing at all (which was awesome). I could feel something, a very weird feeling, and I thought I have to go to the bathroom NOW!!!! I pushed the button for the nurse and she came in and said you don’t have to go to the bathroom, and the doctor came in and checked me and said we are having a baby tonight. Jason decided to take the girls out for a bit and walk them around the pond. I layed there a bit long and felt the need to go to the bathroom again and called the nurse. She came in and checked me once again, and said we are having a baby. I was freaking out a little bit, and told my mom to call Jason to get back to the room ASAP. Lights were coming out of the ceiling, bed was coming apart, people were scattering all around the room and the doctor made it into the room and gowned up and we were on our way to having a baby. I don’t remember exactly how many pushes… maybe 4 at the most, and baby boy Willis was born at (6lbs 7oz 18 inches long at 5:34pm! Whewww, that was fast! Healthy, happy, sleepy little boy!!!!