Eight months and 8 days ago, our lives were blessed with the safe arrival of our little boy. Lane Lawrence was named for his two grandfathers.
My pregnancy was awful. My pelvic bones spread too much- to the point that walking was difficult for the last 4 months. Then I developed gestational diabetes. Then I developed inflammation in the nerve of my inner ear and suffered from vertigo, involuntary eye movement and speech issues (they thought I might be having mini strokes)...I was pretty much a mess. At week 36, when Lane's projected weight was 10 lbs, we began talking C-section. At 38 weeks, he was delivered safely by cesarean...a healthy 9lbs 4 oz with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck twice and tied in a knot.
Even recovering from a C-section was considerably less painful than what I had been deeling with for the previous 4 months. It was such a relief to have him in my arms...for many reasons.
Evan brought each of the children to the hospital on their own to meet little Lane for the first time.
We made the difficult decision that Lane would be my last pregnancy. Every inch of my body was telling me that this pregnancy needed to be the last. This knowledge has made every coo, every cuddle, every laugh and smile all the more precious. He is a joy to all of us. I am so grateful that we have been so richly blessed to have him join our family.
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Congratulations! Lane is beautiful. Hope you have a speedy recovery!
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