Since I last posted there obviously have been some major changes in my life. I figure I should update what has happened in the past 7 months. I am such a slacker!
I went to Utah in June and took my nieces and nephews with me. Mediation went pretty much as I expected it to. Crappy. He had all kinds of ideas and such about me traveling with a 2 week old baby and staying in Ohio, because that's where he was going to be moving to. I informed him that I would not be traveling with a 2 week old baby and that his suggestions were ridiculous. He also decided to play hostage with the rest of my things that I had left behind. So I met him one night and he tried to try and bargain with me. I was having none of it. I informed him that all I wanted were the rest of my personal property and to leave. Needless to say we argued, but in the end I got the rest of my stuff.
Upon my arrival back in Denver I was put on bed rest for high blood pressure. My doctor scheduled me to be induced in late July. However, HE found out on accident that I was going to be induced and called to inform me that HE and his parents would be coming to Denver for the birth of the baby. I was so upset about this and was talking about it with my parents and my sister and they said that I had a right to let whoever I wanted into the delivery room with me. My sister even went so-far as to call HIS mom and ask that they not come due to my blood pressure and stress about giving birth and everything. Well...that didn't turn out too well and was basically told that if I were a good mom, I'd give the baby up for adoption since it's parent's were no longer together anymore. My sister called and spoke with my lawyer who suggested that we go and get a restraining order. So the very next day, my parents took me to the county court house and we filed a restraining order. The day that I went into the hospital to be induced was the same day that he was served with the restraining order. I don't think HE was very happy, but I was relieved and at peace for the first time in a long while.
I traveled to Utah in late August for a hearing on the Divorce where HE agreed to not interfere with my life or the baby's for 18 months. Unfortunately, HE was able to see the baby for about 45 minutes that same day. HIS entire family showed up. Thankfully my Dad was willing to be the go-between and stayed with the baby during the entire visit. Those were some of the most terrifying 45 minutes of my life. Baby got a bath when we got back to the hotel that afternoon.
My lawyer prepared the paperwork from the hearing in August and submitted the final divorce decree and mailed it to him. The judge was supposed to sign it in December, but I got word that the court was going to wait because HE said that he hadn't been served properly. HE is just playing his games as usual. Well, my lawyer called me today and said that the Divorce had gone through and that I am a free individual. It has literally been the most emotional year of my life.
Now on to the best part that I get to write about.
I went in to the hospital on the evening of July 21, 2011. They got me situated and I talked to the security people about HIM and that he might be on his way there. I didn't know if he had been served with the restraining order at that point or not. I had a comfortable night and by morning I was starting to have some good contractions. My doctor came in to check me periodically and eventually broke my water. I didn't even make it to a 3 before I was wanting an epidural. I don't do pain. After the epidural I was able to fall asleep and get some good rest. While I slept, my parents left and my sisters went to go get some dinner. While they were gone the nurse came in and gave me some oxygen. Apparently there wasn't enough oxygen getting to the baby. When my sisters came back, they looked over at me in laughter. I had my sleeping mask over my eyes and an oxygen mask on. I was such a sight to see. They even took a few pictures of me. Apparently I would make a very happy drunk. All I know is that I am so glad that I got the epidural and was able to finally get some good sleep.
By late evening on July 22, 2011 the nurse comes in to check me and I am at a 3 and have been for several hours. I am not progressing. The nurse and I have a discussion, where I inform her that I am prepared to do whatever I have to do for the safety of myself and my baby. She goes and gets my doctor and we then proceed to have a discussion about having a c-section. Once the doc leaves, things start happening pretty fast. The nurses come in and start to prep me for surgery. My family gathers my things and puts them in a cart and they head to the waiting room and my oldest sister, Shauna gets into her scrubs so that she can be in the operating room with me. By 11:30 pm I am on my way to the OR to have a c-section.
While my doctor was still working on me, Jensen got to get cleaned up some more and shown to Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Margi through the glass of the nursery. They brought him to me when I was in the recovery room waiting for my regular room. I was able to hold him and nurse him for a bit and Grandma was also able to hold him for the first time. He weighed in at 7 lbs. 1 oz. and 19 inches long. In my family, he is considered a light weight. Having a 7 pound baby is almost unheard of since I myself when I was born was around 11 pounds or more. He was also born with a full head of hair just like his mommy was when she was born. It was dark and very long! All that heartburn! They eventually took me to my regular room and I was able to finally fall asleep at around 4 am after I fed him and changed his diaper for the first time.
I honestly didn't know what to think about Jensen when he was born. It was like this "thing" had come out of me and I was now responsible for it. I was still dealing with all my emotions and depression from the divorce and everything going on at the time and so I felt like I was jipped on trying to connect with my baby. But that has since been resolved.
I love my sweet baby boy. He is such a good baby and just goes with the flow. I am so grateful for that. He smiles and laughs and rolls over from his tummy. He is starting to roll from his back to his tummy and is almost there. He gets stuck on his side sometimes. He loves his baths and never cries in them. He will definitely let you know when he is hungry. You know he is tired when around his eyes are getting red. He loves to play with his cousins. He talks a mile a minute and I don't think he is ever going to stop. He kicks his legs like there is no stopping him. I think I'll put him in soccer when he is older. But above all this, the most sweetest thing I love is when he is in my arms and drifting off to sleep he takes his hand and moves it back and forth across my chest. It is probably the best thing in the world. It lets me know that he loves me and I love him. He is a wonderful little boy and I am very grateful that I have him.
Being a single mom was not part of my plan for my life. But with the choices that I have made and the choices that others made as well, it is now part of my plan. I am thankful for a wonderful family who rescued me when I needed it and let me into their home. I am also thankful for a kind and loving Heavenly Father who helped me see the error of my ways and allowed me to pour out my heart to him in my most darkest of days. I am so grateful for the Gospel in my life and that I am able to receive guidance when I need it and am able to go to my bishop for help and counseling.
Now it is time to start fresh, it is a new year after all. Work, exercise, projects, it's going to be a wonderful year for me and for Jensen!
Summer
