The name Chase has a duel purpose – It provides anonymity to our middle child (He almost ended up with the name Chase Henry – but his brother insisted on calling him something else and we went with it). It also is a perfect description of our life with him. He is constantly on the go, and we often find ourselves in hot pursuit! I start of at the beginning – because there always is one –
Once upon a time . . . . Thursday, February 22, 2007 to be exact, I left the house for my non-stress test and ultrasound to check on Chase’s breathing and movement. I already felt nervous, the night before I noticed a drastic drop in his movement. He was such a squirmy baby. I would lie in bed and just feel him on the outside of my tummy and smile. Not the night before. I felt butterfly movements. During the test I was pretty naive. I didn’t notice the stressed out looks on the nurses face and I just thought he was sleeping through the ultrasound, even after I drank an entire bottle of orange juice.
When the Doctor came in I was hit with a cold wave of fear and terror. He believed our baby had the cord wrapped around his neck and was not handling the stress of it very well. He scheduled me to come in the next day for another non-stress test. Friday Scott went off to work, leaving me with a wonderful friend. She drove me to the Doctor’s office at 9am and sat with me through the appointment. Chase continued to struggle so my OB sent me to the hospital to prepare for a C-section. At 5:10PM on February 23, 2007 Chase came wailing into this world. The relief I felt was immense, but short lived.
He was small, 5 pounds 6 ounces and 18 inches long. Scott brought him over to me, wrapped up in a blanket. A team of doctors and nurses insisted that Scott quickly bring Chase back, I didn’t get to touch him, kiss him, nothing. I just got to lay there all by myself as Daddy stayed with the baby and I went to recovery. Chase continued to struggle breathing and the doctor called St. Louis Children’s for a medevac team. They were taking my baby two hours away from me. Right before they took him to the helicopter the medevac doctors brought him to my bed in an incubator and I got to touch his head. Seven years later I can still feel the downy softness of him.
Happy Birthday Bubba!!!