Dean Hunter Nielsen

Born March 4 at 7:26 am. 6 pounds 6 oz. 18 inches long.

First Picture

Ok. Here is the story on how the whole thing went down. How I got my perfect little boy. The last month of the pregnancy my blood pressure started to shoot up. Not good. So twice a week I went into the hospital for a non-stress test to make sure there was no stress on the baby. What they would do is give me an ultra sound to see the baby and make sure there was enough amniotic fluid. And then they would hook me up to a machine and monitor the baby's heart rate. Everything was always fine with Dean. He is a strong little guy. I was in the third week of doing these tests and I still had two weeks until due date and Wyatt had a fly out interview in Chicago for a summer internship. We decided he could do since I was not progressing early in labor or anything. So we kept telling Dean that he could not come March 3 or 4 because Daddy would be gone. 

Well, Wyatt left Thursday the 3 for Chicago. I was on bed rest to keep my blood pressure down. About 1:00 pm I went to the hospital for my non-stress test and Wyatt was on the plane to Chicago. After my test the doctor over that unit came and told me that because of my blood pressure being so bad they were going to start me and I was going to have the baby that day. Well I burst into tears. Never done that in front of strangers. They asked me if everything was all right...everything was certainly NOT ALRIGHT!!! My husband was half way across the country!

So they took my crying self to labor and delivery. I called Wyatt's mom since she lived close to have her come be with me. Then I called my mom and told her to pack her bags, she was getting a grandson sooner that we thought.

A little while later when Wyatt got off of his plane he didn't see a text from me like I was supposed to send letting him know the test went ok. So he called. And I started crying again. I was a complete mess. I was not emotionally ready to have that baby. But looking back I am glad he came when he did. 

So Wyatt called the guys he was interviewing with and explained the situation. They bought him a flight home and he turned right back around to be with me. 

I was in labor all night. My mom came in time for them to give me the epidural. And I am so glad I had that. I could get no rest. I dilated really quickly to about a 3. About 10:30 that night my doctor came and broke my water and a little before midnight Wyatt finally made it! I was so worried he wouldn't be there. I was finally able to get some rest. About 6 am my doctor came back to check on me and I had not made any progress. So they took me for an emergency c-section. That was nerve wracking. 

As soon as Dean was born he had a little trouble breathing so they whisked him away. He was fine after about an hour, but then his blood sugar was a little low so they sent him to the NICU. Below are the pictures of him in the ICU with a tube in his nose for feeding and an IV in his head. It was the saddest sight. The nurses made us keep him in his bad unless he was feeding so that he wouldn't get too tired, but all he wanted was to be cuddled.

He spent 10 days in the ICU and that was the worst 10 days of my life. I just wanted my baby. He was fine after just a few days, but they won't let a baby come home until they are 100% and can eat perfectly. That is why he was there so long. But we finally got him home and he just thrived. And I could finally recover.

Here is his coming home outfit and finally laying in his own bed.

That is the story in a nut shell. I am just glad I have my little sweetheart. I can't image being without him!