J.K.R.

Last morning as a family of 3 (I LOVE LOVE LOVE this picture!!!!)

I LOVE this picture too! Gabe just like his daddy. Unaware of how Bryan was sitting Gabe laid back the exact same way.

Jayce Kaleb Rogers

7 lbs, 13 oz., 20 inches

7-10-2010

1:16 p.m.

This is his story.

This pregnancy was SO different. Much different than the way I expected or was used to. From having way more cravings, going full term, having a better experience in the hospital, tons of good BP readings.....

I got to 32 weeks (when I had Gabe), then 33, 34, 35 , 36 and so on. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening. God is SO good and I truly believe that all of the prayers that were being prayed by family and friends were being answered.
At 36 weeks I went in and had a little spotting and my BP was up pretty high. We had an ultrasound to make sure that our boy was growing well. The dr. took several BP readings and we talked about July 10th for my scheduled c-section. The last thing he said was that he was almost positive that I would go earlier though. I was going in weekly at this point and kept doing just fine. I was going all the way baby!

My c-section was scheduled on July 10th at 9am and I had to be there at 7am. I got a call on Monday the 5th saying that they had pushed my surgery up and that I didn't need to be there until 10am with the surgery at noon. I was a little bummed about it at first, but it worked out better than I thought. We got to have the morning together with Gabe before dropping him off with my mom. It was great!

We had talked to Gabe about me going to the hospital to have the baby and that I would most likely be there for a few days. It was SO hard to leave Gabe that morning, but we said our goodbyes and Bryan and I headed to hospital. It was a little weird having everything scheduled. Everything was so mellow and calm...we got to the hospital and it was so quiet...barely anyone there. We got checked into the room and Bryan left to go get our bags and I changed into my gown.

The nurse came in and hooked me up to check on baby, asked me a ton of questions and put in an IV. They pumped my full of liquids and I swear I went pee about 50 times before going into surgery.

The anesthesiologist came in to talk to me about the spinal. We talked about my experience at St. V's and how I felt afterwards. They told me that I had a spinal headache which is VERY painful, but that they could have done something about it to give me some relief. They asked me why they didn't do that and I was like I don't know? I guess because they were mean. HA I just can't believe that they could have given me relief, but didn't. I felt like my head was going to explode.

After awhile the nurse came in and said that an emergency c-section had to go ahead of me so it was going to be more like 12:15-12:30 before going in.

My mom and Gabe came in to see us before going in and they got to stay in the room while I was in surgery.

I'm not sure what time it was, but we walked back to the room and they prepped me. Bryan had to stay out until they were done. Again, it was so different...with Gabe I shook violently while they tried to give me the spinal. It took him forever. I shook a little bit, but I'm thinking it was more from how cold the room was. It was freezing in there. After they had me prepped and ready Bryan and the dr's came in. I was starting to get really nervous. Bryan held my hand as they started. I ended up feeling very nauseous all of the sudden and remembered that the anesthesiologist told me to tell him when I felt nauseous. I told him and ended up throwing up twice before he could give me something to help. Bryan stayed with me most of the time until we knew that he was coming out then he stood to watch. When he was out I heard him cry and it was one of the most important moments in my life. Bryan went to see him while they stitched me up. At one point the curtain had fallen a little and I could see what they were doing in the huge lights above me. I had to close my eyes before getting sick again. My doctor and his assistant ended up talking all about my anatomy while finishing up. With my eye's closed I heard them say, "she has a lot of scar tissue", "WOW she has very nice ovaries'". It was very weird.

After they wiped down Jayce, Bryan brought him over to me. Bryan still had his surgical mask on, but I could tell that he was VERY proud and he said "Let's do that again!" I know that he was a proud with Gabe, but the experience of getting to hold Jayce immediately after he came out was AMAZING! I just wish I could have seen his huge smile!

I was going to do my recovery in my room so they wheeled me back and Bryan and Jayce walked behind me. I had forgotten that Gabe and my mom were in our room and I wasn't feeling all that well...I threw up once and told my mom to go and come back a little later. I didn't want Gabe to see me that way. This whole thing was traumatic enough as it is. I threw up about 5 more times, but overall my recovery was a 100 times better than with Gabe. I could stand the throwing up over the spinal headache anytime. The nurse did his footprints, gave him a good bath and got his weight. OH and did I mention that we hadn't named him yet. I thought for sure that when I saw him I would know, but that wasn't the case. I had a very difficult time picking from the 4 names that we had. It was actually quite frustrating...BUT a name is important right.

We decided on the last day that it was going to be Jayce (JAY - SSS) Kaleb and it fits, but a lot of people are calling him Jay - See and it's not settling well with me. I don't want him to be called that all his life, so we are contemplating changing the spelling to Jace??????

After awhile my mom and Gabe came back and we did an exchange of gifts between the boys. Gabe had picked out a cute rattle for Jayce and Gabe got a lego car. Gabe was very excited to give his little brother the gift.

Gabe did pretty good. He was shy, a little standoffish, kind of didn't really acknowledge that there was a little person, his little brother that was now going to be a part of lives. I didn't want to push it. We let him do it on his own terms, AND since we've been home he's come around and I think he's pretty smitten like mommy and daddy are. Says that he loves Baby!

My head is in this weird fog and everything in my life seems to look blurry, but we are so happy to be home with our sweet little man and have enjoyed being pampered by our family and friends. We are happy. We are family. We are so grateful that we have another handsome little son to raise and to love and to share our lives with!