It's a......... BOY!

Our family of five is officially complete and we are all over the moon in love!

Eliot Gregory came into this world on June 7th at 12:55 am. He weighed 5 lbs 8 oz and was 17 3/4 inches long. He was 35 weeks and 2 days gestation but is doing very, very well. He's currently in the NICU for body temperature control issues and jaundice, which are both common for his gestation. We hope to have him home safely by the beginning of next week, if not sooner.

On Tuesday, June 6th I was continuing to have irregular contractions during my stay at Trinity but also had the addition of more pressure all afternoon. I let my nurses and doctors know and they encouraged us to do a check for progress. So the once the boys left after dinner, the doctors came in and I was measuring 8 cm. Since all the doctors were already there and we likely wouldn't gain much by waiting, we decided to move forward and prepared to meet our baby.

Pete got the boys to his parents (thankfully!) and headed over to the hospital. We did an epidural at 9:30 (more procausionary in case I had to have a C-section, as I wasn't really having very many strong contractions or pain). Then, the doctors came in around 10:30 and broke my water. We were anticipating that things would really start moving fast. However, contractions slowed down and weren't being picked up on the monitor. We relaxed and both slept a little. Then doctors added some pitocin, which helped to get things going. I started feeling the contractions through the epidural (again, not painful) but they still were not being picked up on the monitor. Pete left around 11:45pm to let Max out and to get pants and a sweatshirt, since we decided we had some time. Nurses came in around midnight to mess with the monitors and checked me again - fully dilated and effaced. We were ready but had to wait for Pete to get there!

They called the doctors in and everyone was in the room around 12:40am. It was a full house with my doctor, nurses, neonatal nurses, neonatal doctor and normal nursery nurses. I pushed for about 15 minutes and our son was born! It was the most peaceful birth I could have imagined!

Eliot came out screaming - and it was the sweetest sound to our ears. No one could have prepared us for how amazing hearing the first cries of our baby would be! I think we both shed a tear or two - I know I cried pretty hard.

The rest of the night/morning was a blur. Eliot nursed right away for an hour. We were on cloud 9 and couldn't settle down. Then, we were moved into a new room and all slept for a bit.

The boys came in around 7:30 that morning with huge smiles and Andrew asking, "so what is it???" Alex wanted to hold him right away and couldn't hid his happiness. Andrew took a little warming up (he had wanted a baby sister) but now is pretty smitten too. They have visited every night and always want to hold him or see him.

Eliot's first 24 hours were very good, but he started showing signs of jaundice and had issues controlling his body temp. So it was to the NICU. This was a stop we were hoping to avoid, but it hasn't been concerning as I would have thought.

We are just overjoyed to have him here - healthy and happy!

54 Days

It's been 54 days since I went into pre-term labor at 27 weeks with Baby Stop #3.

A lot has happened in those 7.5 weeks.

First, I spent 5 weeks at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics. I met many people who I will forever be thankful for having in my life. Doctors, nurses, therapists and other moms in a similar boat - they helped get me through those 35 days. In addition, I had numerous family and friends visit, send care packages, plants to cheer up my room and lots of things to do. Pete, as always, was the rock of our family - taking care of our boys, our business, and our home (for the most part). It was lonely and heart-breaking not to be with my family but it was the best place for me to be.

Then, on May 15th at 32 weeks, I got to go home. It was incredible, scary, amazing and nerve-wracking all at the same time. I was so worried I would go home and go into labor. Before discharging me they checked me again - I was still 4 cm dilated with a bulging bag of waters. They were thinking I could rupture at any time, but 32 weeks was a gestation our local hospitals were comfortable with. I took it very easy - not even going up stairs and staying off my feet most of the time. As the weeks went on, I got more comfortable, even getting out of the house a bit. It was nothing too grueling and there was always a lot of sitting.

I was able to be at Papou's 100th birthday celebration and for that I was very thankful. The entire extended Stopulos clan made it in town and it was a very special weekend to be a part of - even with sitting the whole time.

There were also things I couldn't be a part of and that pained me deeply. My dear friend lost her sister and I wasn't able to go to Ankeny to be there for her or to grieve along side her. Unfortunately, it was too risky to travel on the interstate that long.

On June 3, 53 days after going into pre-term labor, I started having contractions again. They were irregular but getting closer together and becoming painful. We decided to head into our local hospital. It is from there, I still sit - fortunately pregnant. I did dilate further - I'm now 6 cm - but my bag of waters is still so bulging, they believe it's much safer for me and baby to stay here in the hospital.

I'll be 35 weeks tomorrow and am so thankful to have made it this far, however, staying in the hospital is the last thing I want to do right now. I know this is the best place for me and for baby though and am trying to be positive. There are so many things that could be wrong - what's another 2 weeks in the hospital (which gets me to 37 weeks)?? And it's very nice to be just 5 minutes away from my family so they can bop in whenever. Now I just have to take it easy and wait. Baby will be born within the next two weeks and we are very excited to meet him or her and start on the next phase of our lives, which hopefully does not include a hospital stay for a long time!

Our Greatest Sacrifice

We were absolutely thrilled to find out on November 1st that we were expecting another baby! This little one is going to complete our family and we were all very excited. The boys couldn't wait.

We had thought long and hard about having another child after Alex and felt that we were prepared for anything that could happen. Plus, as doctors had said, the odds were in our favor that we could have a healthy, full-term baby. As 24 weeks drew near I did have concerns but everything checked out. Little did I know or could have ever fathomed that we would be going down another scary road.

On Wednesday, April 12, I decided to get a doctors appointment. I had been having some pressure that I thought was related to potentially having another bacterial infection, which I also had at 22 weeks. My appointment was at 2:45pm - they got ready to swab me and instead completely surprised me by saying that I was dilated. I was wheel chaired up to labor and delivery at Trinity Bettendorf. My doctor came in and checked me and let me know I was dilated to 5 cm.

My heart sank. I was 27 weeks and 2 days. I thought this couldn't be happening again.

From there it was another whirlwind - reminiscent of our time 3.5 years ago with Alexander - IVs, magnesium, a catheter, doctors in and out, and nurses in and out. This time they prepared for labor because they didn't think there was enough time to get to Iowa City. They would have to life flight our baby to the University of Iowa Hospitals if it was born. But God was on our side and thankfully my labor didn't progress. Instead, a few hours later I was in an ambulance with a nurse and Dr. Lentz-Kapua (Neonatologist, who came to my rescue on her day off) on our way to the University of Iowa Hospitals - still pregnant.

The magnesium did it's job and stopped my labor and contractions. My body went back down to 4 cm dilated. Unfortunately my bag of waters was bulging through my cervix, so they worried that it could still break. At that point in time it was hour by hour. Then day by day. I received two steroid shots to help the baby. I was able to get off the magnesium after a little over 24 hours. Contractions were just sporadic. I was just feeling thankful for any additional time we could get. We also had an ultra sound to check out baby and do some measurements. Everyone was also thankful to learn that Baby Stop #3 was rather big already - 2 lbs 11 oz. Grow baby grow!!

It is now Wednesday, April 19th. I'm resting comfortably at the University of Iowa Hospitals. I'm 28 weeks and 2 days and plan to make it much longer. The only catch is I'll be resting here, and not at home, for that time. They believe sending me home could be a mistake (they sent me home with Alex and I was back two days later giving birth) and plan to keep me here until our local hospitals can help - likely around 32 weeks, so another four weeks. I over analyze every movement, gas pain, and twinge in my belly. Is it a contraction? Could my water be leaking? I constantly question my body and myself. 

While I know this is the place to be it's extremely difficult not to be at home. It's hard not to be with Pete and not to see the boys everyday. We are lucky to have technology that allows me to be "there" for breakfast, dinner and bedtime.

But it's still very hard. I cry every day - just for a few minutes - and then pick myself up, pray and stay positive. My job right now is to take care of this little peanut inside of me. This will be our greatest sacrifice but one that we are prepared to do and strong enough to get through.

I'm staying busy and have had lots of visitors, for which I am so very thankful. We've also had lots of help with the boys so far, which is a relief for me. I hate that Pete has to be single Dad right now. The prayers and positive thoughts from everyone are working!! Every day pregnant is another win, so we just need to keep the wins coming.

My doctor said it's not unheard of for a mother to go full-term 4 cm dilated. So I keep that in mind during this sacrifice and instead focus on the end game of the potential of bringing a full-term baby home!