Baby Boy Wagner......AGAIN!!

To all my friends and family;

We have kept is a secret for a good while, close family has known, but not many others. Yes I am pregnant with another BOY! I am currently 23 weeks, and due in June. I still have the same complications that I had with Nicholas, and have already had the procedure to help with my "incompetent" cervix at 13 weeks. Hopefully we will not go on bed rest again, because personally I do not think my family can handle that. I know that you all will have a lot of questions, some that you are afraid to ask, so I will try and address them here.

Did you plan this? No we did not, this is my special surprise and I am very fortunate to be blessed with him. In my eyes every child is a blessing (even when you want to lock them in their room). Yes I will be 43 this month, but it is not like I don't already have a soon to be two year old, I will be chasing kids for sometime. Here is a newsflash anyway, my 19 year old causes me more stress than the two year old, they really never go away, so those of you who think they do......ha ha

Don't you know what Birth Control is? Yes, and do you really need to ask that question. I am 43 years old, if I get pregnant I can handle it trust me, I'm not 18. Yes I know how this happens, I've known that for some time now.

Please tell me this is the last one? Well first I can assure you that yes this is the LAST one, for those of you that have heard this from me before.....trust me, preparations are already being made for medical procedures that take care of that permanently. It is true, Gilbert will be castrated...HA HA HA, no just kidding, but relax, this is the last one.

Are you nuts? Well, more than likely, yes I am. Have you met my children, they have driven me nuts!! Don't ask silly questions.

Okay these are the most common, I am sure there are more, but if they are of negative nature, please keep them to yourself. This little boy needs a lot of positive vibes, and so do I. The last thing I want is a preemie or a funeral, so please keep us in your prayers. So far he is healthy and growing well, all my pre-screen tests show him to be doing wonderful. The genetic counselor told me my odds for the disabilities they can screen for are around the same age as a 27 year old, after my blood work. I thanked her for making me so young!!

I will keep you posted on our progress, and all the additional crazy things that continue to go on. Once this blog is finished, I will truly keep this as a keepsake, so I look forward to your comments and well wishes, because they will be in the blog-book I print.

Love to all....

Christine and Gilbert (even though he knows nothing about his blog....and is too cranky to read it.....LOL)

Nicholas Ryan Wagner
April 9, 2010
3:49am, 7lbs 6oz, 19 inches

Fun Facts:

What I was Wearing: My I love Lucy PJ Bottoms and a pink T-shirt and Black Flip Flops.

Dinner that night: Domino's Pizza, Katie's Special, with Feta Cheese, Bacon and Black Olives

The Weather: Rainy, Cool and Windy

It is so hard to believe he is here! The first night we decided NOT to send the boys to their Grandmothers when Gilbert went to work at the firehouse. It was a normal day, nothing special going on, I took the boys to daycare and cleaned house a bit. No out of the ordinary contractions or symptoms to make me think labor was coming. April 8, 2010 was Gilbert's shift at the firehouse, he would come home Saturday, April 9th. I told the younger boys, Bryan and Patrick we would have a camp out in mommy's room. This is something we always do when daddy works. They sleep in bed with me, and then they tell on me in the morning to their dad, because he does not like the "bad habit" I started.

Around 2am I woke up with some pain, which I thought to be a cramp because of how I was laying in bed with the boys, trying not to fall out of bed. I got up to use the bathroom and realized it was a contraction. Didn't pay much attention, I have had them before and they hurt, so I went to lay back down and had another. They were radiating to my back, so I decided to sit at the computer for a bit and time them. I had another, and then another and they were about 3 to 5 minutes apart. The pressure was getting worse with each one. I called Gilbert about 2:30am and he said he would head home, of course I told him to wait it out first, but he was the smart one and got ready to leave the firehouse. I called my son David on his cell phone to wake him and tell him If I called again, I needed a ride to the hospital. Yes, he is in the same house, but I was scared to walk down the steps (LOL). A few more painful contractions and a few more phone calls to Gilbert and I decided at about 2:45am to go to the hospital. I called my son and he came up to get me, It was starting to hurt to walk. At 3:00am from the car I called L&D at the hospital to tell them we were on our way, I heard nurses laughing and I asked them why they were laughing. They said due to the weather???? Low Pressure and Rainy they had a few women coming in claiming active labor. I hung up the phone and and said to my son, "This is number 6, do they think I don't know what labor feels like!!"

When we arrived, It hurt to walk and the pressure was intense with each contraction. I registered, which is crazy, they make a women in active labor stop in the emergency room to register, can't they take care of that stuff later. David walked with me to L&D, I asked him to please stay in the waiting room until the sun came up. It was about 3:15 am, and I did not want him driving home alone, tired. He agreed and they took me straight back to triage.

The nurse checked me right away, I was 8cm dilated and my bag of water was bulging. Looks like we are having a baby! They called the doctor and had me walk to a delivery room, Gilbert arrived just as I was getting to my room. Dr. Bowman walked in a few minutes after Gilbert. They decided to break my water, knowing baby would arrive soon after. My water was broke and the contractions continued to come. Dr. Bowman checked me again, I was a 9-10 and he felt babies head, and told me to push. I did and I could feel baby coming down.....I did not have the urge to push like a normally do, I think because he was already in the birth canal. I pushed three times and he was out. No tares or anything.....just a beautiful baby boy. Born at 3:49am, within 49 minutes after I called the hospital to say we were on our way. Looks like he could have been another home birth if I stayed home.

He was a little purple, so they took him and warmed him up a bit and suctioned him, he came so fast he didn't have time to push out all the mucous and stuff, they blew a little oxygen by his face and he pinked right up. They brought him over and he began nursing right away like a champ! A little bit later they took him washed him up and we moved to a recovery room.

Of course, the nurse and my husband went to the waiting room to get David to come see the baby, do you think he was there? Of course not, I called him on his cell phone and he was almost home, he didn't wait like I asked, but then again the 17 year old is stubborn so I guess I should have not expected any different. I am proud of him and grateful he was calm and responsible. My wonderful oldest son drove me to have my last born, youngest son. I will always remember that. When Gilbert and I were married, David walked me down the aisle and gave me away as my oldest son (he was then in 5th grade), another wonderful moment.

Michael (15 yrs old) woke up and came in my room to lay with the younger boys until Gilbert's mom arrived, again a responsible, great young man. Michael also played a roll when Gilbert and I were married, he gave the blessing at the reception and also carried the rings. My older boys have always been such a blessing to me.

Everything went so fast....now he is here. You wait so long for the little miracle to arrive, and then in the blink of an eye, it is over and you begin your new journey. You look back on delivery no matter how it went and wonder what could have been different. Sometimes I want to freeze the moment, because it is such a miracle. When you know it is your last as well, you ponder over the fact that you will not experience birth again. I was blessed as usual with this birth, everything went well and normal. The only thing I wanted different was that they always rush you to push and get the baby out. After they broke my water, even though I was fully dilated, I just wish they would have left me alone to push when my body was ready and not make me hurry up, doctors and nurses tend to rush you.

God Bless Nicholas Ryan! My next post will be a little bit about Kimberly Grace. Then an update on how Nicholas is doing and the family, as we all come together. Then the blog will be over. I hope you continue to read those posts.

As well, please make comments if you like. I am having my blog printed into a hard bound book for Nicholas and my children for memory and your comments would be a wonderful contribution.

Christine

Nicholas Ryan Wagner........has arrived!!!
April 9, 2010, Friday

7lbs 6oz, 20 inches long
38 Weeks Pregnant

Mom, Baby and Family doing well, birth story to follow.

Patrick John Wagner
September 17, 2006

Patrick is now 3, this was his 1st birthday picture. Patrick is another blue eyed beauty, but you cannot tell by this picture. Patrick is full of energy and an outdoors-man, he can spend his whole day outside with daddy. Patrick is what I call a true Wagner. He is a instigator and very silly. You can't leave Patrick alone for very long, because you can guarantee he will get into something. Patrick's personality fits the way he came into this world. He is named after my grandfather, and his middle name is my father's middle name. Here is Patrick's birth story.

I was scheduled to be induced on Friday, September 16, However; I was not ready, I had so much to do, I asked to be induced on Monday and see if Patrick would come over the weekend on his own. I had been 4cm for over 2 weeks and was 38 weeks pregnant so I knew it couldn't be much longer.

I could not sleep well that night, I was not having contractions that I could feel, I was just restless. I remember getting up to use the bathroom and I decided to go sleep in the Bryan's bedroom where we had a spare bed. Bryan was asleep with us in our bed, which is still where you can usually find Bryan. I would dose off and wake up, I was cranky because I wanted to sleep! I had a few braxton hicks contractions (I assumed that is what they were, because they did not hurt, nor feel any different then anything I had before), but I noticed the few I had were a little close together. I got up and went in the rocking chair in my bedroom, and told my husband that I was timing contractions. He said okay and went back to sleep. I had another mild one and then one that hurt, I woke him again and said "Call your mom, I think we may be going to the hospital." He called her to come down to the house and I had another one, and said "Yep that hurt, time to get ready to go." I stood up and my water broke, I told him I would get changed and we would head out. I took off my wet clothes, had another contraction and said "Oh my God, I have to push!" He laid me down on the floor and I was not happy, I told him, "I am NOT having a baby here!" . He called the Dr. and told him we were having a baby, the doctor said "I know you are having a baby", Gilbert said, "No right now at home we are having a baby!" He called 911 and back over to me, He said "I have to look" and of course I said "NO". He looked and said the babies head was crowning, the next contraction came I pushed and out came Patrick's head, one more push and out came Patrick!

I was so scared, my mother in law was pacing and my father in law was downstairs, he new better, he is the smart one. I remember Gilbert sending his mother to the truck to get an OB kit he brought home from the fire-department (my husband is a career firefighter for those who don't know). The fire department and paramedics arrived, Gilbert cut the cord as the doctor instructed him to do. I walked down the stairs (I don't know who thought of that idea, because I was making a HUGE mess!), got into the medic unit with Gilbert and the baby and off we went to the hospital. I called my mom from the ambulance, she couldn't believe it. She was supposed to visit that Saturday, but was not feeling well so she stayed home. She would of been there for the big event had she came.

We arrived at the hospital and the doctor met us there. They took Patrick from me to clean him up and check him, but he never left my room. He had to stay under the warmer for a bit and I couldn't hold him, but about an hour later he was in my arms and nursing like a champ! After 20 some odd years in the fire department, the first baby Gilbert delivered was his own, that is very special to him I am sure of it.

A funny part of the story, everyone was grabbing towels from anywhere they could. The poor young girl who was a volunteer at the local fire department grabbed a Barbie Bath Towel, I looked at her and said "You cannot wrap my baby boy in a Barbie Towel" She was so nervous after I said that, I forget not everyone understands my sarcasm. I finally had to tell her I was joking.

Another great part, was that we did not know if we were having a boy or a girl, so Gilbert got to tell me on our bedroom floor, that we had another boy!

Well that is the exciting story, Patrick wins the birth story crown I suppose. Again, his personality, matches his way of entering this world. A spit fire ready to run at any moment and full of energy and wit. You never know what to expect from Patrick, and we his walking around with a silly grin on his face, pacing the floors, you know you better watch your back. I love him with my life!

P.S.: Fire Department, Paramedics, Delivering a Baby....Bryan stayed asleep on our bed the whole time and did not wake up.....LOL

Christine

Bryan Carroll Wagner
February 7, 2005

Look at those baby blues! Of course he is 5 now, but those eyes are priceless. Bryan has grown into a wonderful 5 year old boy, who has a big heart and is such a snuggle bug! He is in Pre-K in public elementary school and rides a big boy bus everyday. His middle name is his Daddy and his Gran-daddy's first name. Here is Bryan's birth story.

I was induced with Bryan, I was dilated, but he was just happy as a clam to stay where he was. Does not surprise me now knowing how he likes to snuggle and sleep with us. I went to the hospital early in the morning and was hooked up to pitocen to get contractions started. Nothing really exciting was happening, some small contractions, but nothing to brag about. I was progressing with dilation, but comfortable.

When I was about 6 or 7 cm, the doctor broke my water, this was around noon, he said he was going to the cafeteria for lunch and imagined we would have a baby in about 2 hours. Silly doctor....he left and not 5 minutes later my contractions hurt like heck! I had a few and told my husband, that I was going to need some type of medication call the nurse. As I have posted before, if I ask for medication, the baby is on the way out. He called the nurse and the next contraction I told them I have to push, of course they did not believe me, but when she checked, Bryan was crowning. She called the Dr. and he made it just in time. Bryan was out in two pushes! The nurse caught him, because the Dr. was dressing up in his scrubs. I always chuckle, because every time I think, I am is so much pain I cannot do this, the baby comes out. I guess that is a good thing.

Bryan was perfect and nursed right away, no issues, it was a healthy wonderful pregnancy and birth. As Bryan grows, I am amazed at his charm and how much he cares for people. Even in this pregnancy, every day he kisses my belly and asks how the baby is doing. If he sees me up and about he tells me to rest. I love him very very much!

Thanks for reading my story.....I hope you enjoyed it.

Christine

Well it is good to know that my blog gets read, as some are looking for posts. 36 weeks....wow I can't believe it, very tired of being pregnant, but blessed to have made it! Tuesday, March 30th my Stitches will come out from my Cerclage put in at 13 weeks. This will be done in the hospital, but I will be released about 2 hours after the procedure. At that point baby can come anytime, I am hoping it will be no later then a week or so after removal. My stiches are coming out on Gilbert's Great Grandmother's Birthday. Mia would like the baby to be born April 1st, for April Fools Day, My grandfather's birthday is April 7th (he is in heaven and Patrick is named after him). April 5th would give me 3 children born on the 5th of a month (David 12/5 and Michael 8/5). April 4th would give me an Easter Sunday baby and April 2nd would give me a Good Friday baby. April 18th is Jonathan's Birthday, but sorry Jonathan, I have NO intention of being pregnant until then. If you have any other significant April dates let me know, just curious.

I am able to be up and about more, which is good, but I get tired and worn out easy. I think that is from all the rest I have had to do, plus being 41 and pregnant does not help. Not that I think I am old, just not the spring chicken I used to be.

I will keep everyone posted more now, as the time gets more interesting, when will baby boy Wagner arrive. As well I know many are interested at the name we have chose.......drum roll please........

Nicholas Ryan Wagner! This was a tough choice, I wanted his name to have meaning, as all of the names I have chosen for my children a significant or have a story with them. Nicholas means Victory, and he truly will be a victory when I hold him in my arms. Ryan, means little king, and he will be my little king.

Well, I am going to write Bryan and Patrick's birth story, I hope you enjoy them. Poor Bryan is about as exciting as Katie....not much entertainment. I would suppose Patrick wins the prize for entertaining. Hopefully his brother Nicholas will not out do him.

Thanks for following along.....

Christine

Katie Lynn Beverley
October 17, 1998

She is 11 years old now and will not appreciate this picture, but I love it and she is my princess. She is my little girl, and will be the only little girl I get to watch grow up. She can be a spit fire and she has an attitude like no other, but I would not trade her for the world. Her birth was not to eventful, but here is her story.

I was about 37 weeks pregnant and was always on the go, so I took the two boys (David and Michael) to a harvest festival held by a local school in the area. It was free and we were so broke at this time. I packed a lunch for us and off we went, the boys played on the playground and did some activities. My doctor's children attended this school so I ran into her at the festival, ironic don't you think? I took the boys home and decided to lay on the couch for a bit to rest. I decided that I did not want to rest, the house was messy, so I went into the boys room to make their beds. As I went to make Michael's bed my water broke...big huge GUSH!

I calmly called downstairs to my husband and told him my water broke and I was calling the doctor. I called the doctor (who I only saw a few hours ago) and she said that I needed to go to the hospital even though I was having no contractions, because this was baby number 3.

We had our neighbors lined up to take the boys, but they were not home. We called my good friend Tracy and she had to drive about an hour, so we packed the boys up and got ready to head to the hospital where she would pick them up. More fun, as we prepared to leave, husband was mad, he could find no clean socks and when we went to the ATM machine to take out money we were overdrawn. Funny now, not so funny then.

On to the hospital we went, St. Agnus Hospital in Baltimore, about 35 minutes from our house. Everything was calm, I was having no contractions. We arrived at the hospital and Tracy arrived very soon after we did and took the boys home with her. They decided to start Pitocin since I was full term and having no contractions. I went about 2 hours with nothing and then the contractions started. Of course as soon as they started my in-laws arrived to check in. My mother in law was carrying on conversation with me as I breathed through my contractions, telling me about her labor and I was thinking "I am in pain, go away". I of course just kept smiling and gripping the side rail of the hospital bed.

They decided to leave and said they would not be far from the hospital and to call when the baby arrived. I started to have some very painful contractions and told my husband to call the nurse. She came in and I told her the pain was getting really bad and I thought maybe I should have some medication. (Remember Corinne, when you think you can't take it, it is almost time). The nurse checked me and I was about 7cm and she called the anesthesiologist. I had a few more contractions and started to cry and told the nurse I had to push. Of course I got the usual "No honey, you don't have to push yet" Okay staff, this is number three, I know when to push! She checked and said, hold on you are crowning, she called the doctor and as he was walking in, nurse caught the baby girl! Cancel the anesthesiologist, we don't need him!

My husband called his parents, and they were just getting in their car in the parking lot, they just missed her being born. My little girl was perfect, 6lbs 14oz and nursed right away, and then never stopped nursing, because that is all she ever wanted to do. Everything was perfect!

Katie was an easy pregnancy and an easy delivery. I was in the hospital for one day and released, the boys were excited to meet their baby sister. Then it was back to life as usual, when she started to crawl and become a little more active, the boys enjoyed playing with her. My neighbors, put a stork and balloons in our yard too when I got home, which was a nice surprise.

Such an exciting time. Note to my pregnant friends, remember when your body can't take the pain anymore...baby is on the way out! These memories will last forever.

I love you Katie Girl!!! (even when you are mean to your mom!)