Calvin-Doobies is FOUR YEARS OLD today!!! I can't believe it. I look back at the day each of my children were born and each experience was an amazing, emotional, spiritual experience. But Calvin's birth was different. Very different, one that I thankfully never had to experience again.
When Tyler was 2, we had fully planned to wait until he was much older before we got pregnant again. We both felt really good about waiting. One day though I was sitting at church and out of nowhere I felt a feeling come over me much like a punch in the stomach. I was so overcome by the feeling that I started to cry, it was a feeling that I needed to get pregnant. NOW. I tried hard to fight the feeling for a few weeks, but it stayed with me. It was October when that happened, around that same time, Ethan started making a Christmas List. All he wanted for Christmas was a "nother brother". We explained how impossible and highly unlikely that was.In November, Ryan and I had an experience, we went to the temple, afterwards he came up to me and said, "Uh, Linsey..." and I just said "I know". We both knew we needed desperately to get pregnant. We did, and even in time for Christmas. we told Ethan and Tyler we were pregnant Christmas morning.
It was a difficult pregnancy for me emotionally. Life, outside the womb, was turning upside down. And the only thing getting me through things was that little baby in my belly.
Near the end of the pregnancy I got paranoid, like I do with every last 6 weeks of pregnancy. I would think I wasn't feeling him move or something was wrong. I finally called the Doctor and told him that I knew something was wrong. I felt movement but it had changed. We went in for non-stress tests and we detected movement and a heartbeat, but it was sometimes very faint. We did several ultrasounds and they measured him and said he was (they were guessing) a large baby, he was measuring big, but everything looked okay, except that his lungs did not seem ready to try to make it on thier own. We watched and watched his lungs for about 10 days. I went in one morning for my regular weekly appointment and the Doctor measured the outside of my belly and then with a concerned look, he looked at my chart. Then he measured again. Then he said "Where is Ryan" I said he is in the parking lot waiting with the kids so I can take the kids home and he can go to work. He said "We are going to have the baby, right now. Please make arrangements for your boys and hurry over there". Just as Ryan walked in, I was crying and me sweet Doctor who was trying to help me stay calm put his arm around Ryan and explained that we needed o go have this baby now. My stomach had been shrinking. In one weeks time it had shrunk nearly 2.5 cm. And with the weakness in movement and such, it was safer at this point to deal with immature lungs out side the womb.
When my water broke, he would not drop. And with every contraction his heartrate would drop. Because I had bleed so severly with Tyler, and my blood is so thin when I am pregnant, we were trying to avoid a C-section. I sat and stared at the monitor for about 3 hours watching the heart rate fluctuate. The nurse turned me to my side to see if moving me around would help him drop down a little. I turned over and continued watching the monitor. The nurse left the room and within seconds I heard the heart rate dropping I was watching the monitor, my Mom, Ryan's Mom and Ryan were in the room. Conversation stopped and we all watched. 130, 120, 110, 100, 80, 60...then nothing. No heartbeat. I started yelling for Ryan to do something and all of a sudden a team of nurses ran in flipped me back to my back, but oxygen on me and the Doctor came in. Apparently the cord was tangled up all around him, and withut the buoyency of the water, when I turned to my side, we were basically hanging him (terrible I know). So the Doctor came in and said that he was heading in for an emergency c-section, but while he was doing it, they would put fluid back in my uterus, to buoy him back up, and I would be prepped for a c-section. He was hoping that putting more fluid in there would help me to progress a little more, he said he would giveit the old "college try" while I was waiting for a C-section. He said a prayer with us and promised he would be right back. Calvin's heart rate went back up and I started dialating further. The nurse came in to check me and I was still a 4, where I had been for hours. When she left the room I my Mom and Ryan thatshe moved one of my many devices and it was really uncomfortable. It was hurting, I said to them that I knew it wasn't possible, but I felt like I needed to push. Bad. I called the nurse back in and told her that was what I was feeling and she laughed at me, as she lifted the sheet to check out with tube was bugging me, she said, "close your legs, don't push until the Dr. gets in here!" It was time, I went from 4 to 10 after HOURS in literally 3 minutes.
I was pushing and had my eyes closed, when I opened my eyes I looked at the Doctor and he was completely covered in blood, I looked at my Mom, and she had also been splattered. I looked around the room and it look like a kethup bottle had exploded. Calvin's cord broke. The Dr. said that as soon as he began moving the cord, was so dry and brittle that it just broke. What happened was it was wrapped so tightly around his neck twice and his chest twice, that nothing had been getting through it. The judged, by the dryness of the cord that nothing had travelled through it for about a week or two, whch was why he was shrinking. When it broke, the end that was nearest the placenta was like a kinked hose, and so it had much buildup that needed to get out. Ryan said it looked like a cartoon, when the hose is on and it is flying all over the place. they pulled him out and took him away. The nurse showed me how his skin was just hanging off his body, which is often a sign of significant weight loss in the womd. He weighed in at under 7 pounds, 2 ounds less then the earlier ultrasounds at measured.
They expected things to be wrong as a result of no nutrents getting to him those last 2 weeks. hearing loss and blindness, and poor circulation were the biggest concerns. He had really bad bruising around his neck and chest where the cord had been. His first APGAR was 2, and they said they were being "kind with that number because he was fighting so hard". One hour later, everything checked out great and his APGAR was way up.
We felt very strongly the presence, and assistance, of Ryan's Grandma, who died 2 days before Calvin was born. We know she kept him safe during the whole experience. In fact, waiting and watching for those 2 weeks before we delivered was necessary, because Ryan's Grandma needed to pass first, so she could help Calvin.
I recieved flowers from a kind Doctor in the lab of the hospital that afternoon, he and a nurse brought them in and said they were so sorry. I panicked because I didn't know why they were there and Calvin was in the nursery getting checked out some more and so I thought maybe something had happened to him in there. Turned out when the Doctor was doing whatever they do to the placenta, he thought from the looks of the cord and placenta that he was still born. He said he had never seen a cord like that come from a living baby.
He was a fighter then and he is a fighter now. He is a special kid with the BEST sense of humor. He is so much fun. He is the middle child and it shows, he always feels like he needs to prove himself... fight harder, work harder, play better, be smarter, be the funniest. He is a sweet kid.
When we celebrate his birthday I am reminded of the precious gift my children are. How lucky I am to be a Mother.... and a Mother to FIVE kids? It's the best.
Today he introduced himself to someone as Doobies, I said "Hey, Doobs? When you turn 15 can I still call you Doobies?" He said "You better Mom, cuz that's my name!".
I love the Doobs.