It's been 10 years since Christian came in to our lives and changed them forever. I remember that whole time so clearly, and yet its like a dream. Not quite reality.
It was real though. Every minute of it.
It all began around 2am when my contractions started. I think I called my mom first at about 4am who said it was still early in my labor and try to go back to sleep. My midwife, her assistant, and the apprentice came over around 8am along with my mom and Emily. I labored in our bed. I labored on our couch. I labored in the hallway. I even labored on the toilet--facing the back--which was my favorite place to labor. Around 12:30pm while laboring on the toilet, my water broke. Up until that point everything was going great! Heartbeat perfect, blood pressure perfect, baby moving down perfect, etc. all perfect. and then. just like that. the perfection ended. My midwife couldn't find a heartbeat anymore. She searched and searched, but nothing...only the faint sound of my own heart beating.
An ambulance was called to take me to the hospital--which ended up being pointless because the ambulance drove slower than the speed limit. As soon as we arrived an ultrasound was done. I remember seeing the guy take the wand off my belly and shake his head at the doctor--ever so slightly. It was nearly impossible to detect, but I saw it. the confirmation that I didn't want...my baby had died.
Now I'm crying. And contracting. And laboring. And waiting....Finally my body is ready to push. I push and push and nothing happens. I try different positions. nothing. over and over I tried...for 5+ hours. Finally...here HE comes. I didn't know before hand that I was having a son. I was pleasantly surprised. But it is nearly impossible for me to push him out. The doctor informed me after that HE was so tangled up in his umbilical cord that there was only about 4" free from the placenta to him. Each time I pushed I tore a bit of the placenta off, which caused a ton of bleeding and I was given a shot of something in my leg to help stop the bleeding. Basically, when my water broke, it strangled my son and cut off all his oxygen.
Finally my son is in my arms. He looks like a toddler--he's so big! He weighed 9 lbs and was 23" long. He was born at 7:55pm. He had the sweetest features. So soft and angelic looking. His eyes were closed, but I looked to see what color they were. most/all babies have blue eyes when they are born. Christian's were more like a cross between blue and electric purple. I still see that color in my dreams from time to time.
By then my dad and Patrick had arrived at the hospital as well. Shortly after Christian was born Nick's family arrived. When they got the call from Nick at 1pm that there was no heartbeat and we were heading to the hospital, they packed as quickly as they could and piled in to Nick's Supra and drove the 370 miles from Spokane to be with us.
to say that it was an emotional time would be an understatement.
that evening after everyone went home, Nick took a video of Christian and me, and we took a bunch of pictures. I was able to hold on tight to my baby boy and sleep with him in my arms all night. I didn't want to sleep because I knew that my time with him was coming to an end quickly. But eventually exhaustion took over and both Nick and I slept for a few hours.
In the hospital they did a lot of the things that they normally do with new babies...do their hand/foot prints, take their newborn pictures, etc and gratefully they did the same with us. We were also able to dress him in the clothes he would be buried in...a blue onesie/shorts outfit with a bear on the front and a blue knitted hat and little booties and a blanket.
On September 4, 5 days later we had Christians funeral. It was a small graveside service. I don't really remember much of any of it. but I remember how tiny the casket was...and how I wanted to look inside cause I didn't believe my baby was in there. I remember how everyone was crying. I remember not wanting to leave when it was over. I couldn't bear the thought of my son being left there all alone. I had such intense guilt and sadness and depression over it all.
Today, 10 years later, I am still sad on his birthday. I still miss him immensely. On the surface I wish that things had turned out differently, that he had lived, but deep down I don't. The only life I know is the one I have now and how can I possibly wish for something that would be so drastically different. IF Christian had lived, who's to say that Ashleigh or Preston would be here. Every single piece of our lives, down to a single thought or emotion, would have been completely different over these last 10 years.
Everything would be different!
I miss my son...but I absolutely love and adore Ashleigh and Preston. They are my everything, my reasons to get up each morning, my reasons to breathe in and out all day/night long. My reasons to love and laugh, to be happy and sad. They are the reasons I get to call myself a mom.
Christian actually gave me the greatest gifts...the desire to want, need, and have 2 more kids. His brother and sister. My prides and joys.
Those 2 loves of mine went happily and willingly to visit Christians grave today on what would have been his 10th birthday. They helped decorate. They wrote messages on balloons for him. They made a border of pinecones and dandelions around his headstone. We hugged and cried a little. We talked about Christian and about the day he was born. Ashleigh still says she misses him, even though they never met here on earth. I've always believed that they knew each other in Heaven and that they knew Christians visit to Earth would be quick. Preston knows that he had an older brother who died when he was being born.
It was a sad, but good day today. If Christian had lived....everything would be different.
I'm glad it's not different.
I am nothing but grateful to Christian for bring our families closer together. for teaching Nick and I how to lean on each other and to depend on each other and to comfort and love each other. But ultimately, I'm grateful for Christian...because if we didn't lose him, we wouldn't have Ashleigh or Preston.
I love you Christian. Happy birthday.
And Thank you.
Love, Mommy
