Beau's Birthday

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

After a hard week with a lot of questions and few answers about our son's health (read about that here), we got a call on Monday morning (May 9) to schedule Beau's induction. We were due at the hospital at 8pm the next day. Tuesday morning Ben went back to work for the day, and I relaxed and also checked off one of my biggest goals of pregnancy. I wanted to work out at the gym the day before I delivered our son, and I was so proud of myself. The mess the week before had ruined my plan for activity every day, but I was so pleased that my desire for health in pregnancy got to end on a high note.

We spend our last night going on a date to Brio, sitting on the patio, eating Italian food and being excited to meet our son.

When we arrived at the hospital it was pouring rain and starting to thunder. The skies were yellow and scary and Ben dropped me off at the door. I'm sure if anyone saw me standing there they thought it was questionable for a 39 weeks pregnant girl to be standing outside Labor & Delivery by herself as the storm rolled in. I didn't know what to expect as we checked in and met our night shift L&D nurse, Lisa. I got hooked up to an IV and after some meds to get the process of softening the cervix started, they gave me some medicine to sleep. Ben's parents stopped by to say hi before we went to sleep, and brought us a few goodies. A Lululemon shirt and a bunch of beef jerky for Ben, some Kendra Scott earrings and a few journals for me. At five am I woke up to the beginning of the pitocin drip, and the start of painful contractions. I had felt contractions for several weeks before the induction, so it almost felt good for them to start having a little bit of pain associated with them. I texted a few people to let them know the process was getting started, and Ben was completely asleep on his fold out chair bed. As contractions increased in pain, I had to almost shout across the room to get Ben to break from his deep sleep. That must have been nice!

Of the dozens of ways I saw the Lord's faithfulness on the day we met our son, the first was that we were given what we were told was the largest room in the hospital. Our vision for bringing our baby into this world was to surround him immediately with the community that we love. This large room allowed for plenty of visitors. Ben's parents arrived at around 6:45 and were soon followed by my best friends and two of Beau's sweetest aunties, Kayla and Susannah. Talking to them and sitting upright in the bed helped me manage the pain, I truly felt as if it had melted away for a time. But as the pain was managable but increased, my new daytime nurse asked me multiple times if I wanted her to start the epidural process. Truthfully, I had gone back and forth throughout my pregnancy on if I wanted an epidural at all. I thought that with the pains of childbirth being so woven in to the beginning of the gospel story (being part of the aftermath of the first sin by Adam & Eve) it could be a meaningful thing for me to experience. But as the time for Beau's birth drew near and especially when I learned we would be inducing, and with all the other stressors we had going on regarding our precious boy's health.. I decided that the numbness would be welcomed. I asked the nurse if there was any reason to wait to get it and she said absolutley not. The anesthesiologist was such a gem of a medical professional. He had such a jolly, kind, & appropriate bedside manner about the whole process. The epidural almost felt like someone was tap, tap, tapping something into my back, and caused me to gasp out a few times, but the second it kicked in I was grateful for my decision. Maybe not for everyone, but the epidural was an integral part in making Beau's birthday as wonderful as it was. Throughout the rest of the day, we got to entertain so many visitors in that room. Family and close friends filtered in and out so that it was never too crowded at one time. I had to be propped up on my side which felt odd at times because sometimes my back was to people. We got to spend a lot of time with my brother Henry that day, which was extra special because he flew in just for the day before starting finals for his last semester of grad school at Texas Tech. Our favorite visitor of the day though, was our niece, Megan. She is a few months shy of two years old and she was such a champion. Ben watched our sister in law, Kayce walk across the parking lot with her from the window. Kayla sent me a text that said "your second favorite baby has arrived!" and just a few minutes after getting to the hospital we had Kayce and Megan come back to say hi. We had been getting Megan extra excited to meet her cousin by talking to her about him often, and it was really sweet. She had taken to doing the little Indian "wah wah wah" noise with moving her hand over her mouth to communicate "Baby Beau". She stayed all day and was very well behaved. Kayce said she told her that she had to stay on the carpet of the waiting area, and not venture out onto the tiled hallway. She apparently stood at the very tip of the carpet questioning out into the hallway "Veeeeeeeeee?" asking to see me, and essentially Baby Beau. :) We loved having the visitors in and out all day, and also took several naps.

The excitement grew every time I had a cervical check, and it was so fun to send text messages out to the waiting room with the number of centimeters and request more company back in our room. I was checked every two hours, and after my 2 pm check we were on track for me to reach 9 cm at 4 pm. At 4 pm we had the check, and my nurse asked what my guess was. I was afraid to venture that we had reached the big moment of 10 cm.. so I told her I like structure so we'll stick to the pattern and guess 9. She told me I was at a 10 and that we would wait about an hour to let Beau's head get down a bit more, and start pushing. At that point we texted the news to the large waiting room, and took an hour to rest. I scrolled through Instagram for a few minutes to decompress, and then slept for 45 minutes or so.

When it was time to start pushing I didn't know what to expect. Our nurse explained to me the pattern of breathing I needed to follow, and I remembered my friend Polly telling me that it wasn't painful, but felt like a really hard workout. She was right, I felt really strong in the few days following Beau's birth. My arms felt toned from holding my legs back (TMI.. maybe.. but this IS a birth story after all!) and I glowed with pride about it. I was surprised that we started pushing without my doctor present... I had no idea for what to expect for a time frame. I ended up pushing for about an hour. At first it was hard for me to get the breaths in correctly, which lead to less powerful pushes. But as I got the hang of it, I felt myself responding really well to positive affirmation. I always did better with pushes with my wonderful doctor in the room. She was a great coach. Ben's dad has a history of feeling very faint during births and we expected Ben to be the same way. He told our nurse that he didn't plan on cutting the cord, and made sure not to catch any glimpses of the needle during my epidural. He completely surprised me by being at the side of my right foot for each push, and he got to experience the whole process. As we got closer to Beau's appearance, the nurse told him that he WAS going to cut the cord. :) After pushing for awhile, I suddenly felt nauseous in the middle of a sentence and threw up a little bit. It was odd to experience after such a nice long break from the relentless morning sickness I experienced. It reminded me of what used to be a normal standard for the day. After that, my pushing only got better, I felt stronger, and I figured out the exact way I needed to hold my legs to push effectively. It was only three or four more contractions until we had him out.

 My doctor told the nurse to call the NICU team to be present and check out our precious boy when he came into the world. Of all the things we had told could be wrong, our biggest concern at that time was anal atresia, basically meaning that he would have a blockage in his bottom. This condition could have involved surgery in his early hours of life. Before my last push my doctor asked if I wanted to feel his head (they had been seeing his hair for some time..) and if you've seen photos of our sweet boy you know that when I reached down I felt a load of thick hair. It was extremely motivational for me to push him out after getting a tiny bit of insight into what our son would look like. One last push and I could feel him pop out, and watched Dr. Walters talk Ben through cutting the cord. He started crying immediately and I followed suit. I had been told by several people to not put a lot of pressure on experiencing a rush of emotion right upon meeting our child, but I felt tears on my cheeks the second I saw him.

Holding my Baby for the first time
I couldn't believe he was ours. As the rest of the birthing process wrapped up, one of the NICU nurses said that he had pooped everywhere. For us, this was news that he didn't have anal atresia and wouldn't be having a surgery, a huge praise to the Lord!

Everything got cleaned up and I got to meet my sweet boy for the first time when the nurse laid him on my chest. I tried to nurse him but honestly we had no idea what we were doing and just wanted to stare at him. We stayed alone with him for sometime between 20 and 30 minutes, and were eager to show off our son.

One of the first photos I took of our baby, during that time alone as a family of three
When the nurse came back in we asked if our family could meet him, which she said was up to us. So the parade arrived in our wonderfully large room before Beau had even had his first bath. The room was packed with 20 or so people all catching their first glimses of Beau. It was one of the most joyful moments we will ever experience and was the ultimate culmination of our hopes for Beau's life. We wanted to bring him into the world surrounded by our loved ones. I know that not everyone would want to have a room full of loads of people- friends, family, and one of Ben's coworkers- but for us it was the beginning of our vision for Beau's life playing out. We didn't know at that point how much we would need the support of those loved ones in the days ahead. It was so fun to watch our new baby be passed around the room for snuggles and photos.

Megan and Beau meeting for the first time
Everyone slowly filtered out, Beau got his bath, and we snuggled him. Ben's parents left to get us some food. I had been starving all day from not eating since before we checked in at 8pm the night before. But the second Beau was born I lost my appetite and forgot all about that feeling of hunger. Kayla and Susannah returned for another quick hello and to drop off a cookie cake (my favorite!) that said "Happy Birthday Beau!" and a roll of cookie dough, the one thing I had been sad to not get pinches of during pregnancy. I don't drink coffee or alcohol or soda, so those normal things people usually limit didn't affect me. I did have to miss cookie dough a little bit. I had wanted to get a great "first family photo" and Susannah took a photo of us that I will now cherish for the rest of my life.

I had originally envisioned having a few minutes to freshen up, put on a robe, and look glamorous for everyone's meeting of my sweet boy. I didn't move an inch from labor throughout everyone coming in, and I wouldn't change it for the world. It felt real and was beautiful and Beau's birthday was the best day of our lives. I loved every bit of the day. I loved celebrating with our loved ones and the removal of the pain and of the feeling of pushing him. I was so truly blessed by our labor experience and by the joy of meeting our perfect little angel. I obviously knew that I would love our child, and I had truly longed to be a mom.. but I couldn't have prepared myself for how much I love Beau. the second I saw him he exceeded all of my expectations and has continued to do so since then. I'm a proud mama!

Beau's NICU Story

Monday, May 30, 2016

This probably goes into the category of one of my longest posts to date. Writing out our journey brought me healing and hope and we share with the intention of encouraging those who may read it. The images throughout this post were taken by a dear friend of our family on the morning after we had to leave Beau for the first time overnight. They are irreplaceable to us and capture so much of the emotion we were feeling. The images are precious to us!

On April 28, we went to the doctor for my 37 week appointment. We waited for my doctor and our favorite nurse popped her head in to say that I should change back from the gown into my clothes so we could get another sonogram. I quickly changed and we sat in fear and wonder of what was happening. My doctor came to tell us that when she reviewed my 36 week sonogram she saw that Beau's heart had one chamber slightly enlarged and she just wanted to double check it. We trusted her and agreed. We went to the ultrasound room and they told us that it looked like the whole right half of his heart was slightly enlarged, and that we would need to see a parental specialist. We were supposed to wait on them to tell us when my appointment was, and we were hoping for the next day. I nodded along and held it together until we got to the car and broke down into tears. We held each other and prayed that the Lord would protect our baby. We had also just seen his face for the first time, during that sonogram the technician realized he was in the perfect position for a 3D sonogram of his face. I realized in that moment how truly in love I already was.

The next morning I called the parental doctor as soon as they opened to get information about my appointment. I sobbed as they told me it would be next Wednesday, May 4. I didn't want to wait that long. My doctor, who we trust so much, told me she wasn't concerned. So we tried not to be. I tried to fill my days with things to stay busy and positive. 

Wednesday finally came and we were thankful for a 9am appointment time. They quickly got me back in the sonogram room and the specialist came in. We immediately were not fans of his demeanor. He poked the ultrasound around hard on my belly, making it really uncomfortable. Tears streamed down my face as he told us that we were looking at an irregular brain, an irregular heart, and an irregular bowel. He mentioned that usually several things like this would be united by some kind of syndrome and asked if we had done any genetic testing. We had chosen not to, as we believe that the Lord had knit this baby perfectly together in my womb, and no information from a test done at the end of my first trimester was going to change that. We were ushered into a consultation room for privacy, and both cried uncontrollable tears. They quickly told us we were booked in to see a pediatric and fetal cardiologist in Dallas that afternoon at Medical City. The appointment was at 3:30. They asked again if we had done any genetic testing because they were concerned about a syndrome. We drove home and shook with tears and fear and I've never felt more miserable in my life. I texted several close friends and talked on the phone with my friend Jackie, half of the couple that leads our home group. My mind was swimming with what if's and I didn't like any of them. 

Ben's dad met us at our house soon after we got home. He sat between us and we leaned on his chest and sobbed and he cried out to the Lord on our behalf. We ate lunch on the way to Dallas and I have never felt more panicked in my entire life. The waiting room of the cardiologist was small and there were a few patients that I couldn't make eye contact with. Sinfully I thought that I had already had my hard thing. I had already lost a baby. Why was this happening? A really sweet lady did my fetal heart echo, basically a sonogram that was only for the heart. It took about an hour. We headed back to a consultation room to wait. The whole office was straight out of the 1990s. We had to laugh at a photo of a family on the wall in which the entire family, mom and daughter included, were wearing tuxedos with red cummerbunds and bow ties. 

Dr. Kao came in and quickly explained to us that lots of babies are born with slightly enlarged hearts. She said she wasn't concerned, but that there was the possibility of a Aortic Coarctation. She said that we wouldn't be able to tell until he was born, but that she couldn't see if the aorta was wide enough to support blood flow, and that the enlargement could have been to accommodate the small vein. We asked as many questions as possible. Would this surgery be open heart? No. It was one of the least invasive heart surgeries. I was suddenly in a world where I was encouraged by hearing that the only heart issue we were looking at is a possible least invasive heart surgery. Dr. Kao said she didn't see a reason why I should deliver at Medical City, a hospital with pediatric surgeons. The hospital I had originally planned on delivering at didn't have that. She said that she really didn't believe our son had the Aortic Coarctation, and that we should continue as planned pending the results of my upcoming fetal MRI that was planned to check out the brain and the bowel. We left in good spirits. She just wanted Beau to have another heart echo in the first day or so after his birth. That evening was the monthly girls dinner that the girls in our home group have. Ben insisted that I go and meet with our friends and be encouraged by them. I have never experienced a more clear picture of community. I was greeted by a giant reversible blush and beige tote bag overflowing with goodies. Hershey's kisses. Almonds. A new journal. A card with a food gift card from each family represented in our group. A really special Matilda Jane blanket. A stuffed animal and book for Beau. Chapstick. Lots and lots and lots of goodies. We also got a bag of fun little games for Ben, and a bag filled with fruit that didn't need to be refrigerated. I was sent home with a 4 quart container of Pioneer Woman Cajun Chicken Pasta. My dear friends cried with me and rejoiced with me as I shared the results of the afternoon's test. They prayed over us, and we enjoyed a sweet night of natural fellowship, telling stories, laughing. My spirits were lifted during a dark time. 

The next day I had my 38 week appointment with my doctor. She again affirmed that she wasn't incredibly worried. We asked a lot of questions. She encouraged us. We discussed the gamble of if we should deliver at our familiar hospital with my wonderful doctor (her!) and possibly have to do an emergency transport to Dallas if Beau was born with any issues demanding surgery OR if we should deliver with a random doctor at a new hospital in Dallas that had surgical staff and not have to transport. Ben was really concerned about Beau needing to be transported before I could be discharged and having to leave me behind while he moved hospitals to watch our son fight for his life. Again, my doctor said she thought the original plan would be fine, but we felt like choosing Medical City was a better option. Before the appointment that day, we had met my sister in law, niece, and mother in law for lunch at Central Market. We ate together and I spent time playing on the playground with my niece. Time with her breathed life into me. I will never forget it. Ben wasn't super passionate about me playing on the playground at 38 weeks, but this has now become one of my most precious memories.

I went to my fetal MRI on Friday afternoon. If I hadn't been encouraged by the previous appointments, I couldn't have done it. The whole MRI process filled me with anxiety. I changed into a large maroon outfit and we joked about the Aggie colors. I went back by myself in some bright yellow socks and Ben waited in a middle zone for me. I signed consent forms and was settled with most of my body into the machine. I was told that it would take anywhere between 30 minutes and an hour depending on how active the baby was. It was during a time when Beau usually slept (yep, I could tell his schedule!) so I was confident. They told me that babies either respond to the loud radioactive waves by being really still or being really active. The lady running the MRI asked me if I wanted music and I asked for Christian music. It was long gospel choir songs on a low volume while the loud machine did it's job. I felt my belly vibrate like crazy and it filled me with anxiety. I tried to breathe but I hated every second and prayed the time away. It took about 45 minutes before I got to join Ben. His anxiety was through the roof as we waited for the doctor who would review the MRI called us back. She was a kind lady and we could tell right away from her demeanor that we weren't looking at anything horrible. She showed us our sweet boy snuggled up on the MRI images, and told us that his brain was perfect. She said she wasn't concerned about the bowel, but that a small swelling at the end of his colon could be a sign of possible anal atresia. Forgive me for being crude, but that basically means he's wouldn't have a clear anal opening. This, like the Aortic Coarctation, wouldn't be able to be determined by birth, and would involve a surgery. She wasn't concerned, like the heart issue, but we couldn't be sure. We tried to be as confident as possible as we spoke on the phone with the parental doctor, and my doctor, sharing the results with them so they could decide the next plan of action. They said I wouldn't need to plan on a c-section, like we had assumed would be a strong possibility. I would be induced so that Beau would be born in a controlled environment, at 39 weeks so that I hopefully wouldn't go into labor before we could start the plan. We discussed where I should deliver. I asked my doctor what she would do if it were her. She said she would talk to the head of the neonatal unit at the hospital about the potential implications of this issue, and let us know asap when my induction was scheduled. We heard from her Monday morning that we should plan to come in for the induction on Tuesday at 8 pm. My next blog post will be our near perfect birth story, but in the moments after Beau's birth we were able to rule out the anal atresia immediately. We praised the Lord when our sweet boy had a bowel movement moments after birth. We were able to check another thing off of the list. 

After Beau was born we met with the head of the neonatal unit. He told us that it looked like Beau had features that might mean he has some kind of genetic syndrome. They told us that he had a low hairline, a small mouth and chin, and we saw with our own eyes that the tips of his thumbs poked to the side. But in our eyes, our baby was perfect. They took him for some testing. We were told that his thumbs weren't an issue, he could still move them normally, the tips were just inverted out. This could easily be fixed by meeting with a pediatric orthopedist in a few years with a small surgery that wouldn't affect him much. Another problem crossed off the list. We believed that Beau had a low hairline because he had a lot of hair, and we didn't think his mouth was anything but perfectly created by God. We enjoyed a sweet first day of our son's life with visitors and snuggles. They told us that Beau needed to be eating more and I was confused. The nurses had been telling us that all babies are slow in starting off learning to eat, and I was trying to navigate the beginning stages of nursing. There was mention of a feeding tube, and I stopped nursing so that we could focus on having Beau drink as much of the formula as he would take. I was a confused new mama and just wanted to prove that he could eat normally like we knew he could. 

That night I heard a small wheeze in Beau's breathing. I knew that my instincts as his mama were already strong and woke Ben up to listen to what I had been monitoring for 30 or so minutes. We called our sweet nurse. She listened and said he was still moving air normally, and gave him some nose drops to help clear his congestion. 

On Friday we began preparing for discharge. Ben's mom went to get us lunch and while she was gone Ben's brother Zac popped in for a visit. While he was in the restroom, Dr. Frankfurt (the neonatal doctor) came in to give us some results. The heart echo looked like we had great fear of the Aortic Coarctation and that it would reveal itself sometime between that day (Friday) and Sunday. They would be immediately be taking our baby to the NICU. I held my baby and sobbed uncontrollably and we saw Zac return from the restroom with distress in his eyes as he listened to the doctor tell us the plan. Ben crawled in the bed with Beau and I and we sobbed. They took Beau away and we sprung to action preparing me for discharge so I could go to my baby's side. Ben helped me get dressed in the bathroom and my mother in law and brother in law packed all of our things for transport as soon as possible. We would be allowed to stay in one of the temporary stay family rooms inside of the NICU, as we were hoping to have the issue resolved by Sunday. When we saw our sweet boy in his little corner of the NICU, we sobbed. I clutched one of Beau's hospital swaddles to my chest as I cried. We had scrubbed in at the entrance to the NICU in fear. We met our first nurse, who kept calling our precious boy a "she". Did these people know our baby at all? I later realized that she was just getting confused and had to give her grace, but I hated the idea of these people caring for my child. We were told we could take care of Beau and feed him normally. 

We sobbed and held our baby and questioned God's plans. I hate that we did, but we did. We were told that we had a visitor, a friend from church who was a nurse. We weren't sure who that was, and were greeted by the daughter in law of some of Ben's parents friend from church. I had only met her once, but she worked at the hospital. She was sent to visit us directly by God. She spoke scripture and truth over us. She shared the scripture that had helped her walk through a painful loss. This was the same scripture that I clung to during our loss. She prayed over us and told us our baby would be okay. She encouraged us to get some sleep that night and let the nurses take care of our baby. We hated this but Ben kept reminding me that even though I felt great, I was healing. And I needed rest. 

In the middle of the night I woke up hysterical knowing that I needed to see Beau. I asked Ben if we could walk over to him. I tried to stand up and almost cratered. My legs felt like jelly. I went to the bathroom and feared that I was having an allergic reaction to some of my medication. My eyelids were like golfballs. Ben made me stay in the room while he checked on Beau. He returned and said that he was doing well, and that my eyes were swollen from crying. I slept another 4 hours and we got up for Beau's early morning feeding to snuggle him. 

For months I have been telling Ben and everyone in our lives that I really want to take Beau to Disney World for his first birthday. I have just envisioned it was the perfect way to celebrate the Lord's faithfulness in his first year of life, to celebrate our first year as parents. We saw at that first feeding that Beau's NICU nameplate had been made. Each baby has one with a character.. mostly butterflies or animals. Beau's was a Mickey Mouse, and I sobbed at the encouragement that it brought me. 

Our Saturday was filled with the encouragement of visitors, many that we never even saw. Ben's mom manned the waiting area and texted us photos each time someone new arrived. We were trying to see strong stats in our boy until Sunday, and as the day went on we became more and more encouraged. Beau's feeding was still a huge source of stress for me, as he was being held to even stricter goals since arriving in the NICU. It had been an incredibly emotional 24 hours, but my first experience with pumping made me feel like I was doing something to help my precious boy. 

On Sunday morning Beau's oxygen levels began dropping. The nurses had told us to only panic when they panic, and the immediate appearance of the doctor and the emergency heart echo told us enough. Ben packed up our belongings as soon as possible and I crouched on the floor and tried to breathe. We were anticipating our precious little miracle being transported to a bigger hospital for heart surgery. Feeling like a mom came instantly to me the second I saw my little boy's face, and I couldn't process or handle the deep grief and fear that I felt. 

The heart echo showed that the heart issue wasn't happening, but revealed that Beau was struggling with some pulmonary hypertension. The one thing we hadn't been anticipating. The blood vessels in his lungs were constricted, and it was keeping him from regulating his blood oxygen. Beau was put on oxygen, and a feeding tube. We tried to hold it together and waited for more information. Waiting until Sunday hadn't revealed anything, and we would have to give it another few days. We'd do another heart echo on Wednesday. This meant that Ben and I had to go home. Being told that I had to leave the hospital without my baby felt like my heart was completely ripped away from me. Leaving the hospital will be one of the saddest moments of my life. I clutched one of Beau's little hospital blankets the whole ride home. The first thing I did when we walked into our house was put photos of Beau in frames. I put one on both of our nightstands. Beau was part of us, even if he wasn't home yet. I was afraid to go in the nursery but knew I needed to grab a few things from there. Ben and I were surprised at the sweetness we felt when we went in his room. The last time we had been there we anticipated returning with him. That hadn't happened yet, but since then we had gotten to meet our son. Being able to imagine the face of the baby who would live in that room gave us great joy. 

After a few days the NICU team saw that Beau was eating well, especially when we were feeding him, and removed his feeding tube. We had a steady flow of visitors. Ben and I were running on fumes. Waking up every three hours for me to pump, and for Ben to wash all the pump parts and label the milk. We loved this routine as it was happening at the same times Beau was being fed by a night shift nurse. It made us feel connected to our baby. We'd try and rest as much as we could and would wake up and drive to the hospital. Ben tore me away from Beau's bedside each night. During the day we could change him, feed him, and be by his side. They were long days but we couldn't fathom not being there. 

That Wednesday Beau had another heart echo. It came back completely clear. Beau did not have an aortic coarctation, and the pulmonary hypertension was gone. They immediately tried him off of his oxygen. He lasted less than an hour before needing it back. We were now trying to figure out why. 

On Thursday during rounds the doctor mentioned that part of Beau having extremely small features could mean that he had narrowed nasal passages. They suspected that he couldn't breathe through his nose because it was too small and flat. Every time the features of my precious boy were criticized my heart broke. He was perfectly created by God. He looked just like Ben to me. He was my perfect, precious boy. I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle the unknown. I had a really hard day and Ben forced me out of the hospital. We sat in the car and ate our millionth Jason's Deli turkey wraps and I sobbed. When we shakily returned to the NICU, I stopped in the bathroom. I prayed out loud and begged God to give me some hope. I needed hope that my baby boy would go home. 

We returned to Beau's bedside and his stats looked good. He was getting oxygen through the tube, but was managing to breathe it in. Ben said "see!" and I told him that wasn't the answer to my prayer, I needed more. Beau's doctor then appeared at our sides to tell us that the first half of Beau's genetic testing had come back, he had all of his chromosomes. Having all your chromosomes isn't the end-all-be-all, and we were fully prepared to walk with our son through whatever life was going to have for him, but this was an encouragement directly from the Lord.

The next day the plan was focused around investigation of Beau's nose. The doctor wanted to look into transferring Beau to another hospital for him to be put under anesthesia and have a camera put up his nose. Again our new parent intuition told us that we didn't want to jump into anything. We asked them to do everything they could do at the hospital we were at. An MRI of Beau's head was ordered and an ENT (ear, nose, & throat) doctor was going to come to the hospital to check him out and also review the MRI. Some emergency MRIs took precedent over our baby boy, so we spent the day snuggling him. Shortly after we had left the hospital that Friday night, our precious boy was given a little something to sedate him, and was taken to his MRI. I had to try not to think about it. All along I had experienced strong feelings about all of what they were telling me about Beau. I never believed his heart had a problem, or that he had anal atresia.. but my gut told me something was wrong with his nose.

.... and my gut was wrong. Another test came back telling us that our sweet baby was exactly as he should be. Yet we still didn't know why he was needing a tiny bit of oxygen to function. Being told that his nose wouldn't need intervention felt bittersweet. Sweet because he was okay, but bitter because the question still remained and because I just wanted to start moving forward. The whole process had never felt dark, because of the sweetness of the Lord and those surrounding us in prayer, but the weekend was really hard for me. The weekend doctor didn't seem motivated to make a plan, and I was discouraged. On Sunday Beau tried to wean off of his oxygen and failed after a strong 7 hour attempt. I should have been encouraged by his progress, but instead it felt like my baby would never come home. That night our home group moved meeting to the hospital waiting room. It felt great to be surrounded by people that we could be so at ease around.

On Monday morning the doctor who would be in the NICU for the next two weeks came with a plan. Our new doctor shared that the second half of Beau's genetic testing had come back normal. We had been told all along that we were looking at some sort of syndrome and this was not the journey he would walk. We felt conflicted praising the Lord, because we know this is a journey that so many walk, and that Beau's life would be beautiful regardless. But we were thankful.  The doctor wanted to give Beau a real shot to regulate his oxygen on his own, and if he couldn't by mid week she wanted to send him to a children's hospital and doctors who could get to the bottom of his issue. At this point he was thriving on the tube puffing just room air into his nose. He was needing so little intervention. Monday was the last time he was on his tube. I tried to stay out of his room as much as possible to avoid staring at his monitors. They wanted him to do well off of the tube for 48 hours, and pass a few other different tests. He did it all, and on his two week birthday, our baby boy got to come home. 

We had been told that a million things were wrong with our child. It had been an incredible rollercoaster. The love we feel for our precious boy covered it all. I don't know the purpose of why we had to walk through this, but I know there is one. If it was all so that we could be in the hospital when Beau started experiencing the pulmonary hypertension, then it's worth it. If it was all so we could deepen our dependence on prayer, then it's worth it. Only because of the love of Christ can I look back on this journey with joy. For a situation that should have felt so dark, it always felt filled with light. We are grateful. 

Naming Our Son

Friday, May 27, 2016


Ben's younger brother Zac has a good friend from college named Beau. When I first heard his name, I commented that I liked it. In the time between Ben and I getting married and getting pregnant, I had Zac text his friend to find out his middle name. I was curious. :) I loved the name and tucked it away in the back of my head. Fast forward to actually being pregnant. For years we thought our son would be named Jackson Burch Strader. I'm pretty sure we picked it even before we got married. However, over those years the popularity of the name has completely blown up which is fine, but it just made it feel like less of a perfect fit for us. Going into finding out we were having a boy, we had a for sure girl name and zero boy name options on the table. I was really nervous that I would be disappointed that we didn't have a name for both genders.. and I prayed often that the Lord would make us sure of a name, or take away my anxiety. He provided the latter, and I couldn't have cared less that we didn't have a name picked out when we found out that our sweet baby was a boy. Over those next few days, Beau kept coming back up in conversation. At first Ben was on the fence, and then one day he commented that he really did think it was the right name. Since we decided, hearing people talk about our sweet boy by name just confirmed over and over again that Beau was the name of our son.

This description of the name really sealed the deal for us. It was exactly what we wanted in a name. 

The first personalized item I purchased was this sweet Easter basket. When Ben questioned if we really needed an Easter basket for a baby born almost two months after Easter I told him it's what he signed up for when marrying me. :) He's lucky I haven't already gotten Beau a lunchbox for his first day of kindergarten.

During all of our discussions about baby names, William kept coming up. I loved that it sounds quite British, and it fit the bill for a the classic name we were looking for. We even pondered William as a first name many times, but it never seemed right. Once we picked Beau we knew we wanted a slightly longer middle name for balance, and William just seemed perfect.

Sharing the name you have fallen in love with and chosen for your child is kind of intimidating. Everyone has an opinion and some people are better at hiding theirs than others. :) We love our sweet boy's name and are so excited for the meaning he will bring to it throughout his life! 

Baby Beau is HOME!!

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Praise God from whom all blessings flow! We are HOME with our precious Beau. Ben and I are at a loss for words regarding the love and support we have received over the past few weeks while Beau has been in the NICU. Every text, phone call, visit, hug, & prayer has truly uplifted us. We've never felt more encouraged by the prayers of others in our lives. We can't wait to share the story of how God has already moved in the life of our son. Until then, we'll be teaching baby boy about the comforts of home.

I am so incredibly humbled by all of the comments and prayers specifically received from you wonderful people who read this little old blog. I am going to love others better specifically because of how y'all have loved us. I have a bunch of posts scheduled that were supposed to go live starting at Beau's birth.. but posting random things while we were in the NICU didn't feel right. I'm sure you're antsy for details about why he was there, and I promise those are coming soon. I'm about halfway done writing out the entire journey of Beau's health.. starting with spotting some issues when I was 37 weeks pregnant, and ending yesterday when we arrived home. I have his birth story ready to go, and several other fun posts.. showers, choosing his name, AND some non baby related things too. :) Thank y'all from the very bottom of our hearts for your prayers and just for reading my blog in general. Y'all are so great! XO

Introducing Beau William Strader

Thursday, May 12, 2016

We are thrilled to announce the birth of our precious boy, Beau William Strader. 
He was born on May 11, 2016, weighing 7 lb 5 oz and measuring 19 and a half inches long. 
His birthday was an absolute dream day for us, and we are so in love! 

BRITISH BELLE: My Maternity Clothing Must Haves

Monday, May 9, 2016

Thank y'all SO SO much for your feedback on my post last week.. I'm looking forward to going back through all of the comments and replying to y'all! I'll be slow, but I'll get there! :)

One of the best things about being pregnant has been getting to figure out what worked for me. Before pregnancy, and during early pregnancy, I was told a lot about how I'll want this kind of shirt at this point, and not to order from online boutiques, or whatever. I realize I'm about to do the same thing when I share my favorites :) but it really has been so interesting to discover what has worked for me the best during pregnancy.

This week is 39 weeks and I'm still feeling pretty good for the most part. Every few weeks I have a night where I don't sleep great, or an afternoon where I feel kind of sick and groggy.. but overall the second half of pregnancy has treated me really well. It's crazy that my "every few weeks bad day" means I have maybe one left in this pregnancy, unless something changes. We are so ready to meet our precious boy + to reveal his little name!

I digress... Overall my maternity wear philosophy has been focused around non maternity clothes. I know, for some this is crazy and wouldn't work at all. But I realized pretty quickly that the majority of my existing closet was going to work for at least some stretch of time. Over the last maybe two weeks my amount of working clothes have grown slim, but there are still enough to get by, and I'm certainly not wanting to go buy anything new for two weeks or less! Wanting to invest in pieces that won't end up in a tupperware in the garage has been a huge factor for me in finding pieces that work... and this is what I've come up with. :)

Note: None of these photos were taken with the goal of them ending up on my blog, haha! They were all sent to friends during various fashion moments so try to look past the goofy factor, and the variety of random things in our bedroom haha!

Full Panel Jeans

These are the jeans that I have LOVED during pregnancy. My normal jeans are dark wash skinny fit too.. so these just made me feel more normal and put together. I'll note too that when I first started looking at maternity jeans, the colors of the bands threw me off. Would it be more practical to have a nude band that wouldn't show through things? The navy ended up being perfect for me, especially when wearing non-maternity shirts. That way, if a little glimmer of the band shows, it looks like more jean, not skin! (the link above is for a black pair.. dark wash is also available in store!) I'll note that I have a pair in both my normal pre pregnancy size, and the size below.. I am much more comfortable in the smaller size so that's what I would recommend trying on.

An alternative: J. Crew jeans were my favorite pre pregnancy, in the toothpick cut. Pretty early on I got a pair of the maternity version on sale and wore them for a little more than the first half of my pregnancy. I think I would have worn them longer, except somehow I ended up with them in a size smaller than my usual (it's weird how that ended up being the theme of my maternity jeans) and for these they fit great but when I started really carrying a big belly they became only comfy with long tops so I wasn't worried about them staying up. I'll also note that I'm interested to see if I still love the toothpick jeans post baby, or if I end up looking into something with a higher waistline.. I've browsed a few options at Banana Republic and will share my findings as the summer goes on!

Swing Dresses & Tops 

I think this item is a personal preference, and some people will prefer fitted dresses throughout their pregnancy, but this mostly wasn't the case for me. I've loved wearing swing dresses that I already had in my wardrobe. They made me feel good about my body staying relatively the same, and I just overall preferred the look of a flowy dress than a fitted one. My one time wearing a fitted dress is pictured below, haha!

I just purchased this one from Anthropologie this week and am OBSESSED. I love it at 38 weeks and can't wait to wear it post pregnancy as well.

This dress from Target has been my go to for late pregnancy, especially as the weather has warmed up. I honestly won't be surprised if I wear it to the hospital. I love it, and it's a great price. Kimono sleeves are super flattering, especially for pregnancy, and Target just gets it right. :) This was a random find one day strolling through the store and I am SO glad I got it. 

Maternity Spanx 

For the rare few times I've worn something fitted, or even something cotton... maternity spanx have been awesome. They don't really change how anything looks that much, but they make me feel held in and secure which is a great feeling as your body is growing! 

You can find what I have here, or here

Long white camisoles

This one is my favorite! Having something on to smooth everything out has been so great, under all my shirts. I've also kept wearing my pre pregnancy camisoles from Gap, found here.

A dress that makes you feel AWESOME 

For me, it was this dress. Knowing I had something that would make me feel like I looked pregnant for sure, but felt like my very best pregnant self was so comforting. I wore this dress to one of my showers, and for my maternity photos. Who knows, I might even wear it to the hospital for delivery! Haha. The best part is that it's not actually a maternity dress, although it's been worn all over the internet as such.. Just google "Rachel Pally maternity" if you don't believe me. :)

In a different color, and cheaper, here

Lots of Lilly!

I know Lilly Pulitzer isn't everyone's favorite.. but several of their styles have worked perfectly for me during pregnancy. I love knowing that I'm investing in something that won't end up in a tupperware soon after baby is born. :)

I've worn: this dress (in a different color scheme), this dress (I've also thought about wearing it home from the hospital!), and lots of elsa blouses! I really like this one, and this one.

... and just for fun, I got this for post baby. Although I have seen gals in earlier stages of pregnancy wear it!

A few solid maternity tees 

The couple of maternity tops I did purchase (the one pictured is Splendid brand and I got it on sale at Pea in the Pod!) have come in handy to wear with cute cardigans and honestly a lot of time just at home or to the gym. Lounge and active wear has been the hardest for me to maintain towards the end of pregnancy, because I haven't wanted things to look fitted. I've often resorted to a t-shirt of Ben's when the few I have have been in the wash! 

Hope this helps, or is interesting to someone out there. :) At the very least, I think it will be good for me to remember what I liked during this pregnancy. Maybe next time around I'll treat myself to some maternity work out gear. :) 

Some of the links in this post are affiliate links, something I've never done before, but figured this would be a good time to try out. Thank you so much for supporting me and the time I put into this blog. :) 

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