The Birth of Patrick Scott

it had broke her heart to hear my weeping after they had left the room. My mom and my midwife enveloped me with hugs and reassurance as I sobbed my heart out once I thought little Patrick’s ears were beyond the sound of my voice. I did not want to add any anxiety and confusion to what already was a bewildering situation for my little baby. As I calmed down, it brought me comfort to know that Jeremiah had baptized Patrick before he left. Patrick was in God’s hands.

It was a long night at the hospital. Mom stayed with me and thankfully to. Going from the bed to the bathroom was quite the ordeal and the second time I blacked-out. I could barely hobble around and getting on and off the bed took much effort and care. I was anxious to hear news --- St. Francis hospital called when Patrick had arrived safely and left me details of the care he was receiving. The nurses at Tahlequah kept monitoring me until 2pm the next day to be sure I was ready to leave --- it seemed like forever. All I wanted was to go be with Patrick and Jeremiah. After finishing the final paperwork I was wheeled out to our car in the parking lot ... very conscious of an empty womb and and empty lap. Mom and I stopped by Braum’s to get some food before heading home to pick up items for my stay in Tulsa.

My little sisters came running out to greet me when I arrived and it made me sad that I did not have my little baby to show them. I waddled around collecting clothes and various items and after what seemed a long time Dad and I were in the car driving to Tulsa. I had begun pumping breast milk right after the birth every few hours so that Patrick could be given the colostrum from the beginning. It took some skill, but I managed to use the small hand pump while riding in the car.