At approx. 1:30 a.m. on June 18th, I got up to use the bathroom and noticed a thunderstorm brewing. I made a joke to The Farmer, "Maybe we should name him stormy". I had no idea what the future would hold.
By 2:30 a.m. the smoke detectors started beeping. Our electricity went out. We got up around 3:30 a.m. and lit a few candles. I suggested The Farmer go to his mom's and try to call the power company. (She still has a corded phone.) I am only thinking about getting my last shower in before heading off for the cesarean. I waited anxiously as he left.
Upon arriving back minutes later, he said there was no need to call as he could see the truck lights down the road by the substation. The utility crew was already at work. Oh.....thank you God!
By 4:30 a.m., still no electricity. Now I'm getting worried again. I ask The Farmer to take me to the substation so we can see how much longer. (We're supposed to be at the hospital before 6:00 a.m. and it's a 35 minute drive. I have not yet packed and can't see in the closet without a light.)
It's starting to get daylight as we head down the road. There are two trucks and two utility workers weathering the rain trying to get us power. I know one of them. I used to work with his sister. Nice family. We pull up and I ask if there's any estimate as to how much longer. One is on the phone and says just a few minutes. The other comes over to the vehicle and says lightning struck the transformer and it could be a few hours. I mention that we have to be at the hospital in an hour as I'm delivering a baby today. He says they will try to switch us over to another line in the mean time. I am so grateful for these men, up half the night, trying to get our power back. I thank them profusely as we drive off.
I mention to The Farmer maybe we should call the hospital and see if there's any way I can clean up there before my procedure. He takes me to his mother's to use the phone. I call and they graciously say I can take a shower if we arrive early. I then call my sister to let her know we have no power so she can let dad know, just in case it's not back on when he comes to stay with the other kids.
We head back home. I try to pack using Ruben's little flashlight. It's 5:00 a.m. as we're heading out the door. Suddenly, the lights came on! The Farmer says, "Quick, get in the shower!" I make a scramble for it. At 5:30, we head off to the hospital.
Upon arrival, a nurse escorted us to our room. As she prepped the computer and monitor, we snapped a couple of photos....
Ready or not....here we go....
While I was being stitched up, The Farmer went between the baby and I. Then the Farmer cut the cord.
6-26-12 Today was Levi's due date. He seemed to wake up and want to eat.
I needed to see the dr. I had been taking an antibiotic for an infection in my incision and since broke out in a rash on my abdomen. I called the on call dr. last night and she wanted me to come in right away, but The Farmer and I were too weary. So we put it off till this morning.
Thankfully, my incision is healing and the dr. felt I was allergic to the surgical scrub they used before the cesarean. So we picked up some hydrocortisone cream, got a few groceries and headed home. It is very apparent to me that our bodies are not made for all the synthetic products of this world.
6-27-12 Back for another weight check. Finally, Levi gained 1.5 oz!! This was his first gain since birth. We were scheduled to come back again in 2 days for another weight check, but opted to have a public health nurse come into our home instead. It's too much running and too hard to keep leaving the other kids. After breast feeding, pumping, and supplementing with formula, we are exhausted. Also. with the great weather, The Farmer needs to get his hay made.
We were so thankful to get through delivery with a live baby, we never anticipated all these struggles. At the beginning of this pregnancy, I was diagnosed with PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome), which makes it difficult to carry babies to full term. I have since learned the difficulties of breast feeding with this Syndrome as only 1/3 of women with PCOS are successful. This has been a very emotional battle for me.
We are thankful for all the kind words, thoughts and prayers of our family and friends. But, we are not out of the woods yet. Please continue to pray that Levi thrives and grows healthy and strong like his siblings. God has blessed our family and given us such a precious gift.