Yes, my baby is 2 years and 7 months old, but it's never to late to tell a birth story. I've always wanted to write it, but I would just put it on the back burner and forget about it; then never write it (obviously). But today is that day!
My due date was Friday, November 7th, 2008 with our precious little boy, who we would name Wes Allen Evanko. We didn't pick any names for any special meaning or even after a family member or anything like that. We picked his first name because we loved it and his second because it sounded nice together.
We were staying with my Aunt Lori and my Uncle Jessie; along with my mother and sister because I was moving back to Alabama to live with my mother and sister to save money and finish out the school year in order to graduate with my class. We had just moved out of our apartment at Whispering Pines in El Paso. I had not even picked out any boy names because I was dead set on the baby being a girl. Boy was I wrong! After we came back from the doctor we started brainstorming, as we pulled up my mother is standing there with the biggest smile saying "I told you it was a boy!." Chris and I went inside and somehow ended up in my aunt's bathroom and I said how about Wes? All the other names I had picked out he hated. Chris is an extremely picky person haha. He thought the name over for a little bit and I could tell he didn't absolutely hate it because he didn't make "the face" and say a curse word lol. He said you only wanna name him that because you liked the guy I played football with in HS. No, that was not the reason and the guy's name was Wesley not Wes. I have always liked the name Wesley, but never for me to go and name my kids that. I got it from my mother who said if she ever had a boy his name would be John Wesley Owens, so I guess the liking stuck? Maybe, I'm not sure really. Anyway, Chris liked the name Wes, not Wesley we both agreed we did not want our son to be named Wesley. It just did not fit him or us. I said okay now that we have his first name, pick out his middle name. We went through quite a few and finally settled on Allen. It was perfect, it flowed very well with Wes and I couldn't have liked it better. So, there is was our future child's name! Wes Allen Evanko. I just (like right now) looked up the meanings of his names and they are quite interesting.
Wes bilirubin levels were high so we had to go to his pedi and get his levels checked the next day (Monday).
So, we went in Monday got his levels checked and his levels went down a little, but not a whole lot so we were told to come back Tuesday. Wes also had lost a couple of ounces which took him down to 9lb and a few oz.
Tuesday we went and his levels were at a good range. It was also the day Chris left so after he packed and we headed to the airport. It was the saddest thing. He was leaving us:( We were saying goodbye and a girl who worked at pizza hut in the airport started crying because she said it was so sad. I hugged him one last time and he walked away and it was Just Wes and me now. The next time we would see him would be in March, Wes would be 4 months old (we would only stay a week or so), then we wouldn't see him until Wes was 6 months old and finally we would all 3 live together. It wasn't easy being away from Chris while we started our family and there were tears shed, but it certainly made us stronger<3 <3
My due date was Friday, November 7th, 2008 with our precious little boy, who we would name Wes Allen Evanko. We didn't pick any names for any special meaning or even after a family member or anything like that. We picked his first name because we loved it and his second because it sounded nice together.
We were staying with my Aunt Lori and my Uncle Jessie; along with my mother and sister because I was moving back to Alabama to live with my mother and sister to save money and finish out the school year in order to graduate with my class. We had just moved out of our apartment at Whispering Pines in El Paso. I had not even picked out any boy names because I was dead set on the baby being a girl. Boy was I wrong! After we came back from the doctor we started brainstorming, as we pulled up my mother is standing there with the biggest smile saying "I told you it was a boy!." Chris and I went inside and somehow ended up in my aunt's bathroom and I said how about Wes? All the other names I had picked out he hated. Chris is an extremely picky person haha. He thought the name over for a little bit and I could tell he didn't absolutely hate it because he didn't make "the face" and say a curse word lol. He said you only wanna name him that because you liked the guy I played football with in HS. No, that was not the reason and the guy's name was Wesley not Wes. I have always liked the name Wesley, but never for me to go and name my kids that. I got it from my mother who said if she ever had a boy his name would be John Wesley Owens, so I guess the liking stuck? Maybe, I'm not sure really. Anyway, Chris liked the name Wes, not Wesley we both agreed we did not want our son to be named Wesley. It just did not fit him or us. I said okay now that we have his first name, pick out his middle name. We went through quite a few and finally settled on Allen. It was perfect, it flowed very well with Wes and I couldn't have liked it better. So, there is was our future child's name! Wes Allen Evanko. I just (like right now) looked up the meanings of his names and they are quite interesting.
| Wes | |
| The West Meadow | |
| Gender: Male Origin: German | |
| Allen | |
| Fair, Handsome | |
| Gender: Male Origin: Celtic/Gaelic | |
He definitely fills out his name.
Thursday, October 31, 2008, I went to my OB, Dr. Sharp for my 39 week check up, who told me baby was doing fantastic and that I was 1 cm dilated. We also talked about the fact that I may be growing a biggin' in there. I wasn't really worried at the time. We talked about scheduling an induction for the Tuesday, November 4th, 2008.
I called Chris, who was already in Texas at Fort Bliss for his Advanced Individual Training. He was not happy because he would not be allowed to come home until Friday after his last test. He was still in AIT, so he wasn't entitled to the standard 10 days of paternity leave that regular soldiers would get. He told me to try to get induced later, so I called my doctor and asked to be induced on Friday. Well his nurses called back and said that he already had a few scheduled that day and was booked. So, I decided that I was okay with being induced on Thursday, November 6th, 2008 at 5:00am. That way, it would give Chris time to fly in the next morning and it meant he probably wouldn't miss the birth! I was kind of irritated with Chris not really getting the fact that babies don't decide to come out just whenever, but now that I look back on it, I realize that he just wanted to see his first child come into this world. I hadn't missed school all week, I went Monday and Tuesday, but didn't attend Wednesday since I would be getting induced on Thursday and figured I needed time to get things in order and comprehended what was really about to happen; becoming a mother! I never had any braxton-hicks contractions and my pregnancy was amazing! I did not have any complications the only thing I'd complain about was all my swelling! I retained water that none other, which in turn made me gain around 65lbs through-out my pregnancy.
At around 11:15pm on Wednesday, November 5th, 2008 I laid down to go to bed. Right as I pulled the covers up over my shoulders I had the sharpest pain I had ever felt in my life. It wrapped around my whole lower back and below my big pregnant belly. There was no doubt in my mind that I was in labor. I compare contractions to period cramps x 100. It's like all those months of not having a period have finally caught up with you.
I got back out of bed turned on the light and yelled for my mother down the hall. I told her that I'm having contractions and I need to get to the doctor. Well, my mother told me to go back to sleep that there was no way I was in labor (coming from a women who never went in to labor or had contractions and had 2 cesareans). I got a little angry because I was in pain and here is my mother trying to sleep soundly in her bed with no pain. She finally got the drift and I woke my sister up and we all three got into the car. I told my mom to call my doctor because I was in no way in any state to talk on the phone. She PARKS in the drive-way and calls. I told her she needed to DRIVE and drive fast! She got the picture and we headed to Birmingham to St. Vincent's Hospital 30 miles from Alabaster. We do have Shelby Baptist in Alabaster, but no way in hell was I giving birth at that place!
It was the slowest drive of my life! I don't know what was going through my mother' head, but she decided to take the scenic route! Yes, the scenic route! So here we go, hitting all the red lights in Birmingham that is possible. We stop at this one light close to UAB and this freaky guy comes out of now where and looks like he is coming up to our window! I yell at my mom to just go it was midnight and no one was on the street. She was like what if I get a ticket? I said your not gonna get a ticket just go mom. I was highly irritated by this point. On the way my sister called Chris and my mom called my in laws. Chris wanted to talk to me and said a few encouraging words that meant the world to me since he wasn't able to fly in until Friday.
We FIANLLY get to St. Vincent's and we go up to L&D, walk up to the nurse's station. They were so nice and asked if I needed a wheel chair because of my contractions. I declined and then when I was walking, what seemed like a never ending hall, I asked myself what the hell I was thinking when I said no. I got to my room and the nurse gave me a gown and I went to the bathroom to change, then I felt like I had to poop so I sat on the toliet, no poop, but the contractions kept giving me the urge lol. I got in my bed and got my IV and all that good stuff. I think my next decision was made because I was young and if I had done more research I would have opted for a natural birth (no drugs). I chose to have an epidural. I don't regret it, just a decision I won't make again. I think because I was so upset that Chris would not be able to be there played a part also. So, I got my epiduaral around 1am Thursday, November 6th, 2008. After that I got some amazing sleep! I woke up around maybe 9am the next morning and was totally feeling the urge to push. I told my nurse and so I started pushing and pushed for hours. Wes came down and they saw his hair and that is about as far down as he was coming. He got stuck and every time I pushed his heart rate dropped so I had to get some oxygen. My doctor came in and said that after 3 1/2hours of pushing that he was not gonna come out and that it would be safer to get a c-section. I agreed and so they made arrangements in one of the operating rooms. The doctor went to page the OR and accidentally pressed code blue! I was thinking and this guy is about to cut me open? God help me! Well then the nurses and doctors did not know exactly when I should get my c-section, I was thinking I would like to have it now! As soon as I had stopped pushing, I got chills and started shaking and it hurt so bad because my body was still trying to push Wes out and he was stuck. I remember thinking I did not care what happened to the baby I just wanted it out! Of course I did not mean it, I was just in so much pain that I was thinking not-so-good-thoughts. I regretted it the moment I thought it and to this day am ashamed.
I was prepped for surgery they rolled me in the OR. My mom had to wait outside until they prepped everything else. I remember being rolled in and it was so surreal. It was scary, with the lights and seeing all the instruments they would be using on me. I was SCARED! It was like Grey's Anatomy x1000! They fianlly let my mom come in and she held my hand. I could hear the doctors talking about plans for that night (really your cutting me open, talk about the baby or something lol) and I was like WTF! Anyway, my mom peered over the tarp and was about to open her mouth when I told her not to look and don't say anything! I had watched all those baby stories on TLC and I knew what was going on behind that curtain.
My biggest fear was feeling them cut me open.Well I didn't fell it, just them tugging at my stomach and then I felt them try to turn and twist Wes because he obviously had gotten stuck and his head was not coming out of my vagina so there was some tugging and then a great weight lifted. At about the same time the weight was lifted I heard both doctors exclaim about Wes being huge and that they were holding a future NFL star. Then I heard the most amazing sound ever, Wes' first cry! It was amazing and I couldn't believe he was finally here! I couldn't wait to see him(:
They brought him around to me and he was PERFECT! He was crying and had a tint of blue cause he was losing oxygen, but other than that is was fine! Right then I kicked myself (not literally, I was on a operating table) for not having my mom bring in the camera.
They sewed me up and rolled me back to my room. I faintly remember this because I was so drugged, but I remember waking up to my FIL holding Wes and I told him to give him to me. I was a little pissed off that I hadn't even held Wes and here he is being passed around and already had his diaper changed, actually I was extremely pissed off, I can't lie! I got him and it was absloutly amazing to hold my little boy! I had waited 9 months for him and here he was.
I couldn't really enjoy holding him because I was so drugged I was really sleepy so my mom had to take him from me:( They had me on a morphine drip and it did nothing for me! I cried in pain and it was a miserable few hours after I had him. Finally they gave me the "good stuff" Oxycontin<3 It took my pain away and I was finally not doubled over in pain crying all the time. I could enjoy my visitors!
Wes had his newborn pics done and my mom surprised me by paying for them and buying me a locket with his picture in it.
Finally on Friday Chris walked through the door and I couldn't have been any happier, it had been 4 months since Chris had last saw me! I was so excited to show him our baby! The smile he wore was priceless. I knew he had fallen in love with Wes just as I had. We had now become a family of 3!
The nurse would come in at like 3 am and make me get up and walk! Boy, I hated her then. When I stood up for the first time since having Wes I thought I was gonna pull my stomach apart. Oh how it hurt!
On Saturday night, Chris had fallen asleep and I had kept Wes in the room since on Sunday we would be going home and I wanted to see all this talk about "sleepless nights." Well I still couldn't really stand cause of the pain and Wes had started crying. Chris was on the couch fast asleep (when he's asleep, he's asleep!), so I managed to get Wes out of his NB bed.Then later Chris and Wes had fallen asleep on the couch and I was so worried that he had been squashed so I got my catheter and rain over doubled in pain to see that Wes was just fine. Well since I was up, I decided to walked around and clean my room up! The best part about my stay was my room. I had labored in there and it was also my postpartum room all to myself.
When I finally peed by myself I thought my entire upper body was gonna poor through my pee hole! It didn't hurt, just felt really awkward.
We got released the next day and I broke all the rules and sat in the front with Chris lol.
Our first night wasn't bad, Wes went to bed at 9pm then right as Chris and I were about to sleep he woke up and Chris fed him because he knew I was in some serious pain. After he fed Wes, he slept until 7 the next morning. We slept on the couch because it was low and didnt feel painful when I moved. Chris was awesome! He helped out so much.
So, we went in Monday got his levels checked and his levels went down a little, but not a whole lot so we were told to come back Tuesday. Wes also had lost a couple of ounces which took him down to 9lb and a few oz.
Tuesday we went and his levels were at a good range. It was also the day Chris left so after he packed and we headed to the airport. It was the saddest thing. He was leaving us:( We were saying goodbye and a girl who worked at pizza hut in the airport started crying because she said it was so sad. I hugged him one last time and he walked away and it was Just Wes and me now. The next time we would see him would be in March, Wes would be 4 months old (we would only stay a week or so), then we wouldn't see him until Wes was 6 months old and finally we would all 3 live together. It wasn't easy being away from Chris while we started our family and there were tears shed, but it certainly made us stronger<3 <3
Wes Allen Evanko
Thursday, November 6th, 2008
10lbs, 3oz & 21 1/4in.
at 1:12pm




