The birth of Henry Noel // 9.13.2016
I think I’ve sat down to write Henry’s birth story close to a half dozen times since he was born. Once I find the time, it is after the boys have gone to bed. I start writing and only get a paragraph or two down before I’m falling asleep at my computer. I suppose that would suggest that things have been rather busy around our house since little Henry has joined us. Not that we were not busy before, we are just much busier now. All of this busy is really just one huge blessing. I think I will add “blog more” to the 2017 resolutions list! It's been a while...
Little Henry couldn’t complement our family more. He’s the most perfect new addition to our team. His big blue eyes and precious smile melts my heart and I love that he’s such a cuddle bug. I’ve wanted to write out his births story and a bit about my pregnancy so that myself and my family can look back on the experience. It’s amazing how much we forget as time goes on. I don’t want to forget this… It’s not every day that you bring a miracle into the world.
My pregnancy with Henry was amazing! I really cannot complain. Of course there were the normal complaint of feeling tired, body aching, and just feeling huge and out of shape, but those things can be tolerated. I didn’t have anything happen during my pregnancy that was a problem and I was very thankful. Or so I thought… As Henry grew in my belly, I continued to work and work hard. I wanted to stay as active as I could so that I could keep photographing and shooting up until one week from my due date. And that I did! I would later find out from my doctor that it was not the best idea…
It was a Monday night when I started feeling my contractions. Earlier that day I had gone into my doctors because I felt like Henry was not moving as much as usual. They asked me if he was meeting the requirements of their “kick count” regiment and I said yes. However, Henry was a very VERY active baby in the womb. His “normal” movement was not the average baby’s normal movement. Henry tossed and turned in my tummy when I was pregnant. One part of me thinks that he’s just a strong and active little guy, but the other part of me thinks that he was so active because he had to defend himself from Billy’s roughhousing and constant jabs to my belly. Poor Henry has been on the defense since before he was born! My contractions started to increase the evening of 9/12/2016 and became consistent around 5:00pm. My doctor suggested that if they continued, I should go into the hospital later that evening. They did and so we went. My wonderful mom drove to Gig Harbor from Maple Valley to stay with Billy and Kole. Chris and I headed into the hospital.
When we got there we sat in the ER away from all the people who were there for flu symptoms and we waited to be taken up to labor and delivery. As the nurses monitored my contractions it was unanimous that they were consistent and increasing. My contractions were not intense, but they were good enough for the doctors to consider me as laboring. Yay!! It was time to have the baby!!
When Chris and I went into the hospital to have Billy two year earlier the process was a breeze. We were expecting the same this time around. That was not the case with Henry. The nurses prepped me for surgery. I hate this part… Having to be in the surgical room with the super bright lights and waiting for an anesthesiologist to put a big needle into my spine totally freaks me out. And the worst part is that Chris is not allowed to be there with me. I hate it. I told the nurses that I was nervous and I would appreciate it if they were as quiet as possible so that I could just be with myself and try to focus on relaxing. They were super sweet and completely respected my request. The anesthesiologist came into the operating room and inserted that huge needle into my spine. I laid down and waited to lose feeling in the lower half of my body. As I waited for Chris to be allowed into the room, my chest became very heavy. It felt like someone was sitting on me and I couldn’t breathe. I guess this is a side effect. I was given medication to stop this horrible sensation and it worked. I just waited. Finally, Chris could come in. It must have been an hour since I’d seen him last. I was nervous and he could tell. The doctor cut into me and asked the resident doctor to push on the upper part of my tummy to guide Henry out. She pushed and pushed hard. He was not coming out. Chris looked under the table and her feet were off the ground. My doctor told her to push harder and he said it with urgency. She was literally on top of me with all her weight. It was so painful. I gasped for air and just prayed silently that Henry would make some progress and get out of my body. It seemed to take forever! Finally, he was out and started crying. I knew all was well and he was okay. Welcome to the world little guy!
The first thing that I wanted to know what how much hair did Henry have. Not IF he had hair, I wanted to know how much hair! I had the worst heartburn during my pregnancy with Henry. They say if you have heartburn that your baby will have hair. I think that’s very true and accurate. Henry had a full head of dark brown hair. Just like I did as a baby. The nurses cleaned him up a bit and handed him to me. He was absolutely perfect. I held him in my arms and he just stared at me. My sweet boy. I feel so in love with little Henry. He was beyond perfect. Henry Noel Parshall was born just after midnight at 12:48AM on 9/13/2016. He was 7 lbs 13 oz.
When my doctor left the operating room, he turned and looked at me and said, “It was good that we got him out now… I will tell you why tomorrow.” Apparently, my uterus had thinned so much in one area that when my doctor cut into me, he could see Henry through my uterus. He gave me this analogy: Think of the lining of my uterus being the thickness of a phone book… Mine was as thin as one page. It was about to rupture at any moment. This would have been awful! I thought to myself how active I had been in the days up to my delivery. I had been shooting on location and very busy. It could have been a real emergency if my uterus would have ruptured. Both Henry and I would have been in big trouble. My doctor told us that if we ever decide to have another child that I will not carry the baby further than 37 weeks just to be safe. I will also have to be on very light duty during the third trimester. Well, we don’t plan to have another anytime soon. Primarily because I would have to drive a minivan and I just can’t!! ;)
All our family came to visit little Henry. Billy fell in love with Henry on day one. And since then he’s been the best big brother. He loves Henry SO much that we have to do our best that Billy doesn’t hurt Henry on accident. Kole loves Henry too and is really helpful with him. Henry was named after my great grandfather Henry Stephens and Chris’ grandfather Noel Parshall. We think that the name Henry Noel will be perfect for a kickass country singer. Along with Henry’s gorgeous big blue eyes, perfect heart shaped lips, and beautiful thick hair, we think he’s already Grammy qualified. :)
Thank you so much for reading Henry’s birth story. We can’t wait to share all of our 2017 adventures with you.
Appreciation and Joy!