Friday, May 27, 2011


I've got a lot to share, so I figured I'd get a head start. If you've been on my Facebook page you may have read something similar to this in one of my notes. 
Here we go... My Benjamin's story.

It was early in the morning on March 29th, 2011, when I started having contractions. I remember laying in bed and staring at the bright red numbers on my alarm clock.
 20 minutes apart... 15 minutes apart... 10 minutes apart. 
That's when I got out of bed. 
I kept thinking, "Don't wake up Micah until you have to. He needs his rest." So, I called my doctor and he told me to come on in to get checked. (I have the best doctor in the world, by the way. I babysat Paul Lin's kids for six years and here he was taking care of me and my blessing. Awesome.) 
We went in and, lo and behold, my water had broken and it was time. 
We were having a baby! 
We rushed back home to grab our bag. Micah stopped to get himself some breakfast. My head told me to eat something, but my stomach was full of knots. 
Off we went. We parked across the street and that turned out to be the first of many long walks. 
Everything was progressing normally. I got an epidural right away and they put me on pitocin to speed the process up a little because we weren't sure how long I had been without fluid. 
Benjamin didn't like pitocin. His heart rate began to drop and I was given an oxygen mask. 

Nurses checked on me every few hours. I went from 2 to 5 centimeters relatively quickly. And then stopped. For hours. Every time someone checked me it was the same. 
"Still a 5."
 Paul came in about 6:30pm to see what was going on. He checked me and noticed Ben was coming out face first. Not okay. After a sonogram to make sure, we made the quick decision to have a c-section. 

The anesthesiologist came in with the stronger drugs. "Nope. I can't feel a thing." 
And, off we went to the operating room.

 Benjamin Popejoy Webb was born Tuesday, March 29th, 2011, at 7:16pm. 5 pounds, 11 ounces; 18 inches long. I remember them taking him to the table and using some sort of contraption to make him breathe. 

He didn't cry for a few minutes and I was scared. The anesthesiologist standing behind me reassured me that everything was fine.

 He was right. 
There it was - the first cry. 
What a beautiful song. 

Micah brought him over to show me. 
The last thing I remember was asking him if he was cute. 

My body freaked out. I was shaking so uncontrollably that they had to give me something to knock me out. 
The next thing I knew, we were back in the room we started in. Ben was wrapped up in a blanket and had the cutest little hat on. 

I was still shaking so uncontrollably I could barely hold my baby. 
But, it was bliss. He was perfect. 
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. 

That first night was magical. I stayed up and just stared. I couldn't believe he was mine. I thanked God over and over. Ben and I snuggled and drifted off to sleep for a couple of hours before the nurse came in the next morning for his check up. 
He was gone a long time. A very long time
While he was gone, we were moved to a different room. I was in a lot of pain, but I didn't care. It was worth it. 

Ben was finally brought back to us. 
I was in heaven watching Micah bond with his little boy. 
They were made for each other. 

A few hours later, the pediatrician came in and told us Benjamin's jaundice levels were high and he was going to be taken to the NICU and put under a light. We were reassured that it wasn't an unusual occurrence and he just needed a tan. 
It was a strange feeling not being able to get myself out of bed. We walked the slow walk back and forth to the NICU several times so I could feed him. 

I had just gotten done feeding my Benjamin when the nurse practitioner sat down beside me. It was 10:30pm. I was absolutely exhausted and was looking forward to getting some rest that night. I hadn't really slept since Monday. 

I'll never forget the way her voice shook when she told me the pediatrician had noticed some features that "led him to believe Ben could have Down Syndrome." I was alone. Micah had stepped outside to greet his cousin who had flown in from North Carolina. He came back to find tear stained pamphlets in my hand. She said it again. I heard it twice.
 Part of me wanted to tear those papers apart and slap that nurse in the face. 
My heart ached. 
I couldn't move. 
I remember Micah saying he'd be right back, but I had to get out of there. 
I got out of the rocking chair as fast as the nurse could help me. I tried so hard to look at my son still laying under that blue light. 
I couldn't.
I shuffled to the door as everyone watched. 
I remember seeing Micah staring at me from the other side. He opened the door for me and I fell into his arms. I remember trying to say something. 
I couldn't. 
All I could do was cry. 
I remember wishing I could run away. 
I couldn't. 
I could barely walk. 
I had to face the people staring at me in the waiting room whether I wanted to or not. 
It was silent. At least to me. If anyone said anything, I didn't hear them. I remember the hugs and the tears. 
I had to get out of there. 
It was a long walk back to our room. Micah and I cried the whole way back. We got back and sat on the couch together. I remember trying to say something.
I couldn't. 
I remember Micah saying, "That means I can't teach him to fly." 
My heart ached. 

It was a long night. Micah went home to try and sleep. His cousin, Christina, stayed with me. I tried to sleep. 
I couldn't. 
I clung to my pillow like my life depended on it. 
It wasn't easy.
God is good. 

I remember the sun coming in through the window the next morning.
 I've never felt so at peace in my life. 
I visited Ben all throughout the day. 

He was perfect. 
Absolutely perfect. 

God is good. 
All the time.

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