Daniel Jackson Wenzler

Announcing the arrival of:

Daniel Jackson Wenzler

Born Sunday, October 23rd, 2011 at 11:58pm via c-section

He weighed 7 pounds and 15 ounces and was 20 inches long

His APGAR scores were 9 (first minute) and 9 (five minute)

The (sorta) quickie version of his birth story:

I had hoped for a VBAC, but if it didn't happen, we were scheduled for a c-section first thing in the morning on Tuesday, October 25th. I spent the afternoon on Sunday running some errands. Mostly, I was looking for Halloween costumes for the kids. It was the last thing on my list of things that I wanted to take care of before Daniel's arrival. That evening, my mom and step-dad arrived in anticipation of the scheduled c-section on Tuesday. Throughout the day on Sunday, I experienced some inconsistent contractions and moderate bleeding and by the time we were done with dinner, I was concerned enough to call. The OB on-call told me to come on in to Labor and Delivery to get checked out. So, we put Etta to bed and left her with Bill while Keith and Mom and I headed up to the hospital. Not long after we arrived, Dr. Rupe came in and checked me and I was still bleeding, but was not having any cervical changes (which is what SHOULD cause the bleeding late in pregnancy). So, they gave me an hour to see if I'd go into labor, but told me to prepare for a c-section. The bleeding without cervical change was cause for concern for a couple reasons. One, it could be coming from an internal rupture of my old c-section scar. And two, it could mean that his placenta wasn't holding up anymore. (Neither of which turned out to be the cause of the bleeding) Before I knew it, the hour was up and they were having Keith get dressed in scrubs and they were prepping me for a c-section.

Than, at two minutes before midnight, Daniel was screaming! He screamed the whole time he was in the OR. It was a great sound! Then, he was wheeled to the nursery with Keith following behind. A little while later, I was all closed up and back in my room waiting for them to bring my baby to me. The experience of having a baby and then having him stay in your room with you after they are born seemed so foreign (and so wonderful) to me when compared to the traumatic experience of Etta being shipped off to Vanderbilt's NICU after she was born. The nurses kept wanting to take him to the nursery so I could get some rest, but I had to politely explain to them that there was no way in Hell that he wasn't staying with me. lol. 

We are smitten!