This past week has been incredibly emotional. At the beginning of the week, I thought for sure that Hudson was coming with contractions all day long on Monday. They faded out that night and I woke up Tuesday, still pregnant...sigh...at this point, I was technically overdue as of Saturday. Since I have never gone over my due date and already felt like he was going to pop out of me, I was frustrated by the lack of progress!
All week, we kept waiting and hoping that he would come. Thursday morning, I talked to Hillary Newton, my dear friend in Illinois, and was telling her my frustrations. Went to our homeschool co-op with the girls, ran some errands afterward, and then came home, took a nap...Dan came home and we ate tacos for dinner...I thought, hey why not try to get some spicy action going? Then we went out for a walk. Would you believe I was jogging down the street...okay maybe for like 2 houses, because I thought my back would go out:) LOL So after our little mini walk, NO contractions...and i thought for sure that Hudson was stuck in there for good!
We walked in the door from our walk and my mom said that Susie, Dan's mom, had called to tell us the news of Dan's youngest brother, Matt, being in the hospital. They had found him in his dorm room at U of Michigan, unconscious and barely breathing. We found out many more details over the next 24 hours, but at that point, all we knew is that he was in a coma at U of M hospital and we had no idea why. Dan and I immediately started looking at airline tickets for him to fly up either that night or Friday morning. Even though we knew I was ready to deliver Hudson anytime, we were confident that God's timing was perfect. Dan booked a flight to leave Friday morning at 8:30am. So for the next few hours before bed, we spent much time praying, crying, worrying, scared for Matt. I said to Dan as we're lying it bed, "Dan, I know God knows what He's doing, but all I can think is, 'really, God? Right now?' It's just a little much..."
We went to bed at 10:30 and I was having a few contractions here and there, but I just figured it was nothing new...Midnight, I woke up coughing and my water broke! I thought, oh no!!! Bad timing!!! Well, I don't know if I've ever been able to say that God's timing was MORE perfect! After my water broke, I called my midwife who said to call her when I needed her. At that point, I wasn't having many contractions. Within the hour, I was having them 4-6 min. apart and by 2am, the midwife was on her way. I also had a couple girlfriends come over to see the birth. I got in our garden tub around 2ish and the contractions started getting really intense pretty quickly...I of course lost track of time, but all I know is that I soon felt that I needed to push. I pushed for about 5 minutes and Hudson James was born at 3:24am. It was an incredible, beautiful experience. And even Sydney came in with my mom for the pushing and got to see Hudson come into the world. Hudson weighed 8lbs.9oz. and 21 inches long. My midwife believes that he was more like 39 weeks gestation rather than over 40 which is what the ultrasound had indicated initially.
Dan left for the airport at 7am to fly to Michigan and there I was only a few hours after having Hudson, chillin in the bed. My parents took the girls out for the day and my friend, Bethany, came over to just hang out with Hudson and me, along with her 3 kids:) It was a good first day, amazingly even with my husband gone. God took great care of us with lots of people surrounding us with prayer, food, support...our neighbors just keep bringing stuff over! Lunch, cupcakes, muffins, flowers, etc.:) They are so sweet! Our friends, Suzie and Mike, from church brought dinner over last night...we are just feeling incredibly loved.
Dan flew home yesterday at 3pm after being assured from the doctors that Matt was stable and on his road to recovery. The synopsis with Matt was this: he has had a history of having grand mal seizures, always as he was waking up. They believe that he had a seizure as he was waking and that he fell out of his loft bed in his single dorm room. He had a broken cheek bone, blood spots on his brain due to the fall, and a black eye. He went into the coma due to the trauma of it all. He was found that evening after missing several meetings/classes that day. As to how he is today...he's responsive to touch, he's still in a coma but he's breathing on his own, he's physically moving his body a lot, he's off of all pain medicine and sedatives as well, and now it's just time to wait for him to wake up. The doctors are very positive as to his progress and feel that it's now just a matter of time before he wakes...it could be today, it could be a week, but that he'll wake up when he's ready...
We are blown away by God's goodness in this whole situation. We are still praying specifically for Matt regarding pneumonia and that he'll wake up in God's perfect timing, but we are so filled with hope and know that we serve a HUMONGOUS (someone used that term the other day to describe my very pregnant belly: I thought it was so funny...hadn't heard that word in years) God! His ways are unsearchable and yet we KNOW that we CAN trust Him!
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