Why Hudson Already Earned a Time-Out

Friday morning's test for Hudson started out just like the rest of them.  Drive to Deaconess, get hooked up, prepare to be done in about 45 minutes.  I brought a book and decided to read a little bit to pass the time.  I guess I didn't realize how much time had passed when the nurse came in to tell me that my baby must be sleepy.  She brought me some juice.  She buzzed my belly.  Then she came back and said, "You're baby isn't doing what he is supposed to be doing."  I immediately felt that cold, sheer panic of "what?!" We were scheduled to have a biophysical ultrasound done on Hudson this Monday to check some things that can be affected by my chronic hypertension, but instead the nurse decided we were going to have it right then since Hudson wasn't doing what he needed to be doing. I have been doing all these tests by myself because I am having to do them twice a week.  So I was freaking out thinking something may be wrong and I was totally alone.  But then I realized I wasn't really alone.  I began to pray and ask God to help Hudson do what he needed to do on the tests and to help me not to go down the road of craziness that I was heading toward.  I knew that if I started to panic and my blood pressure went up, then it wouldn't do any good for Hudson or me.  It was a total God thing because I was able to call Wes and have him meet me up at the hospital without losing it.  I also called my mom to tell her it looked like I wouldn't be able to pick Brian up at school and let her know what was going on.  I teared up a little when talking to her.  What is it about talking to your mama?!  But I held it together. I am not going to say that I wasn't a nervous wreck because I was, but I didn't go into sheer panic mode like I normally would.  God gave me peace.  Right after Wes got there (he ran 2 red lights in the process), the nurse came back and said that Hudson was finally reacting in the way they were looking for, but they still wanted to go ahead and do the ultrasound instead of waiting for Monday.  They got us right in and we had a very kind tech who reassured us throughout the ultrasound that everything was looking good.  She measured and measured and looked and looked.  I saw a femur and a stomach and a heart.  A spine and a bladder.  But what took my breath away literally was seeing my little boy's face.  We hadn't seen Hudson's face since our 18 week ultrasound and he had changed so much.  He was absolutely beautiful!  The ultrasound machine at the hospital was much clearer than we were used to and we actually got to see details that we hadn't seen before.  The one thing that stood out to me was just how much his cheeks had filled out!  You could tell he had some meat on his bones now!  Even though he only weighed in at a whopping 5lbs 3 oz, I could tell he was getting chubby cheeks!  I loved how we were able to see him practicing his breathing on that screen.  He was perfect.  And healthy.  And it made me want him to come out right there so I could kiss his sweet face.  I know, I know...he needs to cook a little longer. They did, however, move my due date up 4 days so, hey, that is 4 days sooner that we get to meet him!  I remember watching him on the screen and thanking God for his protection over my son.  And also the protection over my Brian that He gives every single day.  They are both such miracles to me.  In the beginning I used to wonder, "how can my heart get any bigger and hold any more love than it already does for Brian!?"  But boy, has it gotten enormous.  God made enough room when he made me for 2 little boys.  I felt so, so blessed in that moment. 

On a lighter note, the tech pointed out what looked like a black hole but was actually Hudson's stomach.  I turned to Wes and said, "Bet you never would've guessed that was a stomach" to which Wes said, "Nope.  The last time we saw a black hole it was his eye socket."

Good times in the hospital making memories already.  Right, Hudson? :)