Baby Zander

I think this has to do with my anxiety over Caedon getting lost and found yesterday.

Jon came back from Kentucky and I was 9 months pregnant. We were really glad he made it. We went to our midwife to get checked out and she said I would have the baby today. So we stayed at her office and waited...and waited...and waited. At one point she asked me if I was still feeling the baby move. I said that I hadn't felt the baby move the entire pregnancy. She started looking concerned. I attributed it to a placenta in front or something. Just then the baby stuck it's foot up and you could see the foot print on my skin. I made Jon take a picture. Then I realized I had like a kangaroo pouch so I looked in and saw the baby was not head down. I reached in and turned it head down and pushed it a little. The baby didn't like this but I pushed real hard and the baby came out the bottom of the pouch. It was not in good shape. It had a normal sized head, covered in dark hair like Charis', but the body was so skinny and small. I handed him right over to the midwife and asked her what was wrong. She and the other midwives there went to work with oxygen and calling 911. None of them would say what was wrong. They air lifted him to the hospital and Jon and I headed that way to see him. As we were leaving I asked one more time and another midwife said the water was so dark the baby must have been in distress for some time. My labor was so short and mild the problem must have been for some time. I said inter uterine growth something. She said yeah and corrected my verbiage. When I got to the hospital someone we knew was already there. It was a man we know, but I don't remember who it was now. He took us to the nicu to see our baby. We were looking through the window and he pointed him out. This baby was just fine and fat and sitting up already. I said no, that's not him, that's an older child. He said oh....how bout this one. We went down a little and not, I remembered the baby when it was born and that wasn't it...plus our baby was a boy! We went down a little more and I said that's him! He was covered in wires and tubes not looking to well. The nurse asked what his name was and I said it was Zander. She started to feed him and I decided I needed to go pump some milk. My trip home was easy because we had parked the trailer in the hospital parking lot.