Jamison Jeffrey Stark

Here it goes...
Jamison Jeffrey Stark was born on Wednesday May 2nd at 12:19am. He weighed in a huge 5lbs 12 oz. He is 19" tall and has the cutest little face and hair ever.
On Tuesday morning at about 6:10ish. I woke up feeling like I peed my pants. I stood up and walked to bathroom only to realize that my water had broken. I called Jeff and told him. He had been at work for a total of 15 minutes and turned around drove home. I was kind of freaking out because my parents were in Kansas City, Missouri on a church trip with their singles wards. On Monday I had my weekly Dr. appointment and he had reassured me that there was no way I was having a baby that week Fast forward 18 hours and my water is broken. My parents and I joked about them not being there. I had a slight feeling that it was a real possibility since I had been in preterm labor. So after calling my sister to see if she wanted to come down from Boise, I called my dad and asked him how we wanted to handle it with my mom. I told him I would call him as soon as we were admitted into the hospital. My sister started to get things figured out to come down. My sister was also playing travel agent for my dad to find my mom a flight home. Luckily, there was one that landed at 4:30pm. It was 7am at this point. They admitted me and checked me in. I was exactly at the same place I was for the previous week. Dilated to a 1 and 50% effaced. I knew we were going to be a while. So they started me on pitocin and my sister headed down. It also turned out I had a low grade fever that was slightly concerning. My brother Mark called work and told them he wasn't coming in . He decided to come hang out with us while we waited. My sister Staci got there at about 12:30. In the mean time I was only a 2 and 60% effaced. Things were going very slowly. We watched Mission Impossible 4 and talked. We went through tons of name ideas. We decided that we like Micah a little more than Jamison but we would keep it on the table. I was trying really hard to be tough and not get an epidural too early. I lasted until about 2:30pm and they pretty much made the decision for me that it was time. My mom got there at 5:30 and I was at 5 and 80%. It was about 8 o'clock that I started to notice that my baby's heart would mildly drop after each contraction. It made me really nervous. The nurses were telling me that it was probably because he was dropping and at this point he was running out of amniotic fluid. It was about 1 hour later that the head nurse kept coming in to check and watch his heart and so they decided to have me lay in different positions to relieve so of the pressure on him. Once that wasn't working they decided that he needed more fluid so they pumped fluid into the placenta and that seemed to work for an hour or two. I was finally 100% effaced and dilated to a 7 but progress had stopped and my cervix was swelling instead of dilating anymore. They called my Dr. at 11:50pm and he said he wanted that baby out of there. So we prepped for a c-section. We headed back at about 12:05. Having a c-section might be once of the craziest, out of body, slightly creepy experience I have ever had. While he was trying to get the baby out he started to say that he hadn't had to cut through ab muscles that tough in a while. I have no clue what he is talking about. It took them about 6 minutes to get him out. Which apparently is long for a c-section. They immediately took him in the other room and I sent Jeff with them. They stitched me up. Took me to see him for a few minutes and then I went to recovery and he was sent to the NICU for antibiotics due to me having a fever. They decided to admit him for at least 2 days in the NICU for the antibiotics. On day 2 he needed a glucose drip so we did that for a day and on day 3 his Bili Rubin levels were too high so we had to do the UV lights. Luckily on day 4 he was sent to the transition nursery which is in between the NICU treatment and the regular nursery. He stayed there for a day and the next morning we were able to go home.
      After looking at him twice over 2 hours we decided the only name that would fit him is Jamison. He looks like a Jamison and is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen (yes, I realize every mom says that about their own kid). He is an amazing kid and hardly ever cries. He doesn't spit up. If he cries about being changed or hungry he takes a binki and stops. He seriously is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I can't believe it took this long to get him here.
    I feel like I don't deserve him. I am so grateful for this blessing. It is surreal. Being a mom is the greatest thing ever!