So I had a baby last week. Wesley Bisel Brock was born on March 10. (Amelia says "Baby Wes-a-ley") It was a little crazy. I hadn't been feeling my best so I called the nurse at my doctor's office. She said my symptoms sounded like a gallbladder problem and to eat a low fat diet. Luckily, the next day I had a regularly scheduled doctor's appointment. The nurse called me back and checked my blood pressure...thirty minutes later I was all prepped for a C-section waiting to be wheeled into the operating room. I had developed a sudden, apparently severe, case of pre-eclampsia (which, as some of you may know, Tyler refers to only as "some strange disease"). The whole situation really freaked Tyler out at first and he was worried he was going to miss the whole thing rushing to take the girls to play with friends and gather our hospital stuff and meet me there. Once he was there and the operation was started he was quite fascinated and kept standing up and peering over the drape to try and see all of my internal organs laid out all over the place. He said he couldn't ever get a good view. He did managed to see them pull out the baby. We thought it was kind of funny that the doctors kept saying "he was breech too!". It's not like he was ready to be born. He was 36 weeks. He still technically had four weeks left in there. He was still moving all around and not at all in "locked and loaded" position. Anyway - he made it out at a whopping 5 lbs. 6 oz., 19 inches long.
Unfortunately that wasn't quite big enough for his little body to regulate his blood sugars and they took him to the NICU the night he was born. He ended up staying there for a week. We got to bring him home yesterday and it has been more adorable than I could have imagined to see the kids with him. Especially C.T. I told Tyler I wish I could make a video of every time the two of them are together, like their own little reality show. I can't handle the cuteness.
