Exactly one year ago, Drew Oliver Bramley entered our lives, stubborn from the start. All evening on the night of the 26th, I had tried to get him to move, but he wouldn't. Jelly beans, orange juice, lying on my side...nothing worked. At that point in a pregnancy, an expectant mother should be able to feel her baby move quite frequently. I called Deb and she told me that I needed to go in to get checked. We loaded up the car with our "hospital bags" and left for the hospital. I was convinced, however, that I would be coming right home that night. Grant insisted that we take the bags along just in case. As soon as we got the hospital and sat down in the waiting room, he started moving. At that point I wanted to go home, but they wouldn't let me. The nurses hooked me up to the machines to moniter me and (at this point) the baby. Throughout my entire pregnancy, my blood pressure was great. However, since I was basically freaking out that he wasn't moving, my bp was high. Because of this, they decided to induce. That was when I started to really freak out. For so long I had said that " I just want to have this baby already!" But now that the situation had actually arrived, my "flight" instinct kicked in. After being on the petocin drip for almost 20 hours with little to no progress, and me being in pain due to failed epidurals, the decision was made to deliver by c-section. Forty-five minutes later, at 11:27 p.m., Drew Oliver was born. Happy birthday, buddy! We love you!
And here he is today...one and on the run!
