We started our adventure. Dr. J was extremely supportive. We had no idea how it would end. I didn't know if I would be planning a funeral or assembling his crib. We had faith. Period. We kept doing everything. Enjoying the moving and the happiness that comes with the baby. In the back of our minds was that nagging worry. Our 6th month come around. It was decided that it would be a live birth. We started doing as much preparation as we could. We knew it would be a c-section. I had a lot of priesthood blessings through out the pregnancy. ( wanna know more? ask!) In my blessings, I was reassured that I would get to hold my baby and bring him home. No idea how long he would be home, but he would come with us. In my 8th month ultrasound (i was having them once or twice a month) they made a startling discovery. The tech was doing the ultrasound and I heard her whisper, "where is it?" I tried to pretend I couldn't hear her. My heart dropped. Now what's going on, I wondered. She said she was going to get Dr J. and be right back. Josh and I exchanged worried looks. My sister in law Jenny was there with us for this ultrasound. I didn't want anything bad to be happening. I didn't want this to be her first memory of it all. Dr. J came back in and started doing the ultrasound. He wasn't as nice or soft LOL He then turns to me and said that things had changed. The brain tissue had some how got 'sucked' back into his skull. He said we were now in a whole new ball game. Our little man had hope! So, we did the amnio and scheduled a fetal MRI and a fetal echo cardiogram. All the doctors in the office were shocked to say the least. By the end of the appt, we have 4 different maternal fetal medicine specialists in the room. :) The amnio came back okay :) No other genetic defects :) They did the echo. It was difficult because we were so far along. They found some "possible" concerns with his heart, but nothing too serious at all. The fetal MRI was the worst experience thus far. I could feel his fear as the noises started. My first experience with that mother intuition :) All I could do is lay there and cry. I couldn't comfort him. I started singing Primary Songs and one of my favorite hymns, "We Thank Thee O God For A Prophet." It seemed like it was taking forever. We waited for those results. The doctor assigned, Dr Brockmeyer, said that he couldn't really see anything definitive. We would just have to wait and see. So, we scheduled the c-section for November 3, 2008. We went in at 5am. The funny thing is my contractions started the day before. While Josh's brother and sisters were over for dinner, I kept having to go lay down :) The doctor asked me if I knew i was having contractions. I wanted to slap him and just say DUH!! :)

The preps were made. I was given the spinal block and Josh was allowed to come in. The procedure began. By 8:45am, we had a baby boy. The doctors said next time they might wanna work out before hand. he was HUGE! 9lbs 11ozs. I remember holding my breath and then I heard him cry. I let out my breath and started to cry alittle. He's here. They immediately swept him off through the window. I didn't get to see him at all. The nurse made them stop by on the way over to Primary Children's Hospital so I could at least see him. Then i was taken to my room and Nevets was whisked away to his room. I wouldn't get to see him up close until that night at like 9pm.