Lewis Allen Scott...and a few other things

We got the call yesterday morning around 9 a.m. that my sister would be delivering Lewis! Abi and I hopped into the car and went to get mimi and pop. They were tying up some loose ends so we did not get on the road until 11:00. In their defense, we did not get there until 10:00. Franklin, my bil, called us about 10 minutes out of Temple, which is where we were headed. Jessi was dilated to a 5, 100% efaced, (sp?) but the baby's heartrate would drop with each contraction. They were talking about a c-section. We arrived and went to visit with her quickly. She was an 8 at this point and transitioning. So we were hopeful for a vaginal delivery. Not 5 minutes later, they decided to do a c-section. They did not want to put the baby through the trauma of the birth because of his heartrate. They suited Franklin up and we waited outside the doors. They came out 5 minutes later and told us that they had to give Jessi a general anesthesia so Franklin could not come back. I was so bummed for him! He took it like a trooper though! 10 minutes later we were introduced to Lewis Allen! He is just so handsome! I am not sure who he looks like but I do know I could just eat him up! Jessi lost more blood than normal so she is receiving 2 units of blood this morning. Here are a few pics of the proud dad, cutest newborn baby, and tired mommy who tried so hard to smile.




I will tell you that this 9 months has been crazy for me. Because it was my sister, I have been so worried. I of course I never told her. I am not the best role model for pregnancy. I was so worried that she would have the freaky gene like me. And I felt so guilty. Because of my experiences, I feel that my family members sometimes have a worrisome pregnancy. They know what can go wrong. And that's scary. When we got the call Monday about her blood pressure, I wanted to cry. I kept it in and just kept going. I realized that I was on the other side of the fence now. And I was praying just for my sister. This is my sister. My best friend, the one I share memories with, can share laughs with over only certain things, my flesh and blood. I just could not imagine seeing her hurting. I soon realized that I understand now how the family feels. I almost get upset because they just do not miss Hannah like I do. They miss her but not like I do. I understand that now. I loved Lewis already but my heart and prayers were focused on Jessi. Once I realized this, I started praying earnestly for Lewis. I remembered being a mommy and being scared. Wondering what could happen and feeling so out of control. When I saw my sister and realizing she was probably feeling all that, I just wanted to hug and protect her. But I can't. That is what our Heavenly Father is for. Jessi did wonderful. I am so proud of her. She is a planner and for the most part, her life has followed on her plan. Yesterday, that just did not happen. She handled it beautifully. She was glowing (yet moaning in pain) and looked so happy. I am so excited for her. I am excited about the bond she, Raegan and I share now. She and Franklin are going to be great parents and I can't wait to share it with him! And to get my hands on that little one and kiss his toes!

Well, if you read this far, I will leave you with Abi's parting shots. This is what happens when your little one has the camera and is bored. The one of her hands is Isaac Hill's little spider friend. If you know Isaac, you will get it. Excuse my bra strap!