I'm a little late- but my excuse is I am now a mother of 2! Life is crazy these days around our house, but I love it.
Austin's birthday turned out to be a completely different day than we had planned, but the outcome is what's important: we now have a healthy, happy baby boy at home.
We headed to the hospital a little after 9am on August 21st. We got all checked into our room to start the waiting game.


There was a slight delay on my bloodwork, so I didn't get taken back to the OR until noon. I wasn't nervous until I got in there. Things got moving quickly. They placed my spinal quickly and before I knew it, I was lying on that table about to meet my baby boy. Here is a picture of Scott in his OR attire....

Once they made the first incision, they asked Scott if he wanted to stand up and watch. He did. I thought he looked like he was going to pass out, but he assured me he was fine. I have to say that I was a little jealous that he was getting to see Austin before I did. It seemed like it was a lot less work for them to get him out than it was to get Bella out. Within 5 minutes of starting, I heard Austin's robust cry. Austin Harper Lindsay was born at 12:43 pm. Scott and I joked at how much deeper and louder his first cries were than Bella's. He sounded like a little man already.
They took him over to the warmer to clean him up and check him out, and Scott joined him. I heard them ask Scott if he wanted to cut the cord, and he said yes, even though he had told me he wouldn't do that. I'm glad he did :) Austin weighed in at 9 pounds and was 22 inches long. A big boy!


At some point during his exam, they noticed he was struggling to breathe a little. Which completely surprised me, given the volume of his cries. Luckily, it was still okay for Scott to hold him and bring him to me. I was so glad that a nurse took the camera from Scott- we ended up with much better pictures this time than with Bella's birth. Of course, I fell totally in love the first moment I saw my little boy.



They told me they thought he had fluid in his lungs and had to take him on to the nursery, so he couldn't stay with me in recovery. I was concerned, but not too much. Since I work at the hospital, I decided that it couldn't be that bad- he was still going to the well-baby nursery and not the NICU.
I went to recovery, and Scott went back and forth between me and Austin. He took pictures of Austin each time he went, since that was the only way I could see him. They put Austin under an oxygen hood with hopes that would be all he needed to clear the extra fluid from his lungs. Here are a few pics of him in the well-baby nursery.


After about an hour in recovery, they took me to my room where I would stay until I went home. I was still certain that Austin's lungs would clear up and he would join us in a few hours. I was getting antsy to nurse him for the first time. Scott and I called our family to tell them about his birth, and his issues. Both mine and Scott's parents were waiting at our house. We told them to sit tight and we would call them as soon as Austin was moved to my room, and they could come visit. Scott continued to go between my room and the nursery to check on Austin. I couldn't get up to a wheelchair yet, so I had to rely on Scott's reports. It was a strange feeling to have just had a baby and be in a room completely alone.
After being in my room for about an hour, they finally brought Austin. Unfortunately it was a very brief visit, as they had decided to take him to the NICU. Now I was worried. And I wanted to see him, but they wouldn't let me up yet. Scott went with him to the NICU. A little while later, a nurse practitioner came to my room to explain what was going on. Austin didn't respond to the oxygen like they had hoped and they wanted to monitor him closely. Luckily, a friend from our Sunday School class is a NICU nurse, and happened to be working that day. She came to my room with further updates and brought me a picture of Austin.
We realized that he would not be joining us in our room that day. We called our parents to tell them the news, but hoped they would finally get to visit him the following day. I was so disappointed that Bella wouldn't be meeting her little brother that day.
Finally, about 8 hours after his birth, I was cleared to get in a wheelchair and go to the NICU. Let me tell you, it completely sucked seeing my brand new baby hooked up to all those machines and monitors. But, for some reason, I knew it would all be okay. We visited for a while, then went back to my room for some much needed rest.


First thing the next morning, we called down to the NICU to see how Austin was doing. Unfortunately during the night they got a chest x-ray that showed a pneumothorax. We got down there as soon as we could and spoke with a neonatologist. He explained what was going on and that they were going to try and manage it with the least invasive method possible first. He also explained that there was a chance he would need a chest tube. I have dealt with patients who had chest tubes, and I know they are excruciatingly painful. I didn't want Austin to have to deal with that, obviously. Later that day, they NICU staff decided that the air around Austin's lungs needed to be relieved. They sedated him, and put a small needle in his chest and removed 43 milliliters of air. He had almost instant relief. Several chest x-rays later showed that the pneumothorax had sealed itself off, and he was finally on the mend.
Sunday, my parents were finally able to bring Bella to the hospital to meet her new brother. She did great. She had been told that she had to be really quiet because he was sick and she was wonderful. A 2 year old isn't always very predictable, but I couldn't have asked her to be better! She said so many times during her brief visit "He's sooo cute". She also asked me if he had feet :) Here are a few pictures of Bella meeting her brother for the first time. They are a little blury, because my Dad couldn't use the flash in the NICU.
