December 11, 2016. My sweet Maxwells birthdate. Little did we know he’d decided to grace us with his presence five weeks before his due date. A few weeks prior to my delivery I started to have some small preterm labor issues, but nothing that seemed too out of the ordinary. My OB ordered me some meds, told me to take it easy, drink plenty of water and that if I could make another month or two, that it would be great. He also informed me that if I happened to make it to 35 weeks gestation and went into labor, that he would not stop it.
So the wee hours of the morning on December 11th rolled around (I was 35 weeks and 4 day) and I woke up feeling very achy. The days prior would full of lots of discomfort and pressure and I just knew that he’d be coming soon. After drinking lots of water and still having contractions, I decided to take a light walk around the block in hopes that my mind was just playing tricks with me and that I was just experiencing some false labor signs. Still no relief, so I decided to shower. I thought maybe a hot shower would help to ease the pain and make the contractions slowly go away, but no, they were still consistent and painful.
8 hours later, still in pain, I decided maybe we should head to the hospital to just get checked out. I figured they would just confirm that it was false labor and hopefully send me back home. After a quick exam they decided to admit me. I was dilated to a 4 and having true labor contractions. Inside I panicked a little. I knew Max was probably going to come early, given the fact that I delivered Asher at 37 weeks, but I wasn’t exactly sure how it was all going to play out.
After laboring for 7 hours or so and my water finally breaking last minute, Maxwell McGee came into this world. He was quiet, good size (6lbs 9oz) and had a head full of dark hair. I cried. Jacob cried. Here he was, our sweet baby. Every emotion possible ran through my mind… how Asher would react to him… everything. Do to having a preterm birth, my room was full of hospital staff. Doctors, nurses, NICU Doctors.. it was crowded in there. Jacob and I only got to spend about 10 minutes with him until they took him away to nursery to be evaluated. Little did I know that I wouldn’t be able to hold my sweet boy until almost 12 hours later.. talk about a strange feeling. At first we were told that he looked great and that they were just taking precautionary measures with evaluating him. At about midnight the nursery pediatrician came into my room and informed me that Max was having some respiratory issues due to his early arrival. He seemed confident that they would quickly resolve, but after a few hours and him still breathing heavy, they decided to admit him to the NICU where he would be able to get oxygen and a more thorough evaluation.