Megan was born at 4:45 AM on Sunday, March 23, 1997, and she was 3 1/2 weeks early. She weighed 6 lbs 8 oz. and was 18 inches long. Barry had gone out to the movies with one of his friends (they went to go see Return of the Jedi), and I was feeling like things were not quite right. I called my mother-in-law and asked her if she would mind running me over to the hospital for a quick check (I didn't want to call Barry home for a false alarm). Once I was at the hospital I was checked, told that everything was fine, but I had already dilated to 4cm, and the doctor wanted to keep me for some observation. I then went into labor on my own while there, and paged Barry to let him know. He finished watching the movie, then came on to the hospital. His reasoning was that he had been through this with me 3 times before, and he knew it would be awhile before the baby showed, so why not stay and finish the movie that he had already paid for! He was right, of course, and Megan didn't show up until early morning. I planned on having Barry go home and get some rest, and so I let him hold and cuddle her until they finally came to take her to the nursery. While we were marveling at our little wonder, we kind of chuckled over this funny sound she kept making, and thought that she, of course, was perfect, sound and all. Once I was settled in my room, and Megan was in the nursery, Barry headed on home for some much needed rest. I don't remember if I dozed or not, but I do remember being very anxious to have Megan all to myself for a while. Finally one of the nurses popped in to tell me that Megan was having problems getting her body temp back up after they bathed her, so they were keeping her under the warming lights for a little while. A little later, I had a doctor that I had never seen before in my room, telling me that Megan was having breathing difficulties, and she had to be moved to the NICU. I was freaking out! I do remember him saying that it wasn't life threatening, but all that I really registered at the time was NICU. I called Barry immediately and let him know what was going on. I can remember feeling so overwhelmed and sad. My sweet roommate heard everything that was going on, and even though she didn't know me at all, she offered to pray with me. I really appreciated that so much. Soon after that my sil, Misty, and a friend, Jen, came to visit and were a real comfort as well. Barry and the rest of the family finally made it up to the hospital, but we had to still wait a long while before they would let us go down to see Megan. Barry and I were able to scrub up and go into the NICU, but I wasn't allowed to hold her, which really ticked me off! Of course, she was connected to monitors, and was being given oxygen, so really it would have been difficult to hold her. Thankfully the next day she was moved to the Progressive Unit of the NICU, which meant that she was improving, but still needed more monitoring than she would receive in the regular nursery. She had developed some eating problems as well, but at least I could hold her, and I was allowed to stay in the unit with her longer. I was discharged from the hospital before she was, and leaving her there was one of the hardest things that I have ever had to do. It just isn't right coming home from the hospital without your baby. Thankfully she was ready to come home the next day, which I was so grateful for. There were lots of babies in the Progressive Unit that were up to 4 months old, yet they were still so tiny. I remember looking at my baby and thinking how huge she was in comparison! It wasn't until I finally got her home that I realized how tiny she was!
I am so thankul to have Megan complete our family. She has been such a great daughter, and sister. I love her laughter, her go-get-um attitude, and her willingness to try new things. I appreciate her hugs, and the nights that she will still come in to my room to cuddle up before she heads off to bed. I love the way she plays with and cares for her younger cousins. I love watching her and her dad play together.
Megan had a party on Saturday night up at Kristi's shop with the Jean family, and we had another family dinner, complete with cake tonight at home. She wanted a fun-fetti cake with chocolate fudge fun-fetti frosting, and she got 2 of them! She got a new journal from Grandma and Grandpa Jean, basketball shorts from her daddy (so now she can leave her sister's alone!) and a gift card from Build-a-Bear from mom and dad. She also got the blessing of celebrating her birthday on Easter this year, so add all of the above to the Easter basket that she got, and she made out like a bandit!
Happy Birthday Baby Girl! I sure do love you!!
Party at the shop
Cake at home... thanks daddy for baking it!