After a very long 8 months full of nausea,vomiting, IV lines, infections, medications, and way too many days in the hospital, number eight is finally here. He was born early Monday morning (did I look like I was in labor at church on Sunday?) Good news though-I made it through traffic school Sunday night! He came into the world 3 weeks early and face up--ouch. By the time I got to the hospital I was 8 cm and fully effaced. They quickly got an epidural started but didn't put me on a pump because they thought I'd have him so quickly. When they discovered he was face up and stuck it was too late, the epidural was gone and the vacuum came out--double ouch. The NICU team was there and took him as soon as he was delivered. He has a heart murmur and a septal aneurysm, but no arrhythmia's. His cardiologists is hoping all will heal on their own. He was discharged from NICU late Tuesday night and we both got to come home Wednesday morning. Thank you to all who fed my family and watched my little ones! I have the greatest ward in the world!
YES, WE REALLY DO HAVE EIGHT!
YES, We Really Do Have Eight!
I love babies. When my babies hit their first birthday, I long once again for that tiny helpless little person that smells like baby powder and doesn't squirm away when you're staring at his beautiful little face. Now don't get me wrong. I love the other stages too. I laugh out loud when I hear the jibber jabber of his first words (Jackson). I giggle when I see one dance hysterically when she hears a Justin Bieber song (Bekkah). I beam with pride when she puts gospel principals into action as she prepares for her upcomming baptism (Emily). I am amazed over and over as he accepts and conquers challenges far beyond his years (Ammon). I burst with pride as I watch his determination and drive in all that he sets his mind to (Zane). I melt when I see the empathy, and concern she has for others (Mckenzie). I have to catch my breath when I see him snuggle with his baby brother (Zachary). I am amazed as I read his letters from his mission (Tres). I guess I just love it all. And this is why I have, despite my horrible pregnancies, we have eight beautiful, talented, amazing, wonderful children!
I love babies. When my babies hit their first birthday, I long once again for that tiny helpless little person that smells like baby powder and doesn't squirm away when you're staring at his beautiful little face. Now don't get me wrong. I love the other stages too. I laugh out loud when I hear the jibber jabber of his first words (Jackson). I giggle when I see one dance hysterically when she hears a Justin Bieber song (Bekkah). I beam with pride when she puts gospel principals into action as she prepares for her upcomming baptism (Emily). I am amazed over and over as he accepts and conquers challenges far beyond his years (Ammon). I burst with pride as I watch his determination and drive in all that he sets his mind to (Zane). I melt when I see the empathy, and concern she has for others (Mckenzie). I have to catch my breath when I see him snuggle with his baby brother (Zachary). I am amazed as I read his letters from his mission (Tres). I guess I just love it all. And this is why I have, despite my horrible pregnancies, we have eight beautiful, talented, amazing, wonderful children!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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4 comments:
Congratulations! I've never known a mother who gives more of herself during her labor of love. You're amazing!
Look! He already looks like a Huston!!
YAY!!! You did it!!! Congrats on such a beautiful baby.
I am happy you are all home safe and sound...
He looks like a Huston.
What a little miracle! You are truly amazing Katie--awesome job! We are so grateful that he is here, and there couldn't be a better family anywhere for this sweet little spirit! Love ya!
What a beautiful baby - congratulations. We will be praying that Jackson will heal on his own without invasive intervention.
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