About our mini Creech

Hey Everyone,

I hope you all enjoyed our introduction post the other day, as I am really enjoying typing it out to you. Today I am going to be going into more detail about the little love of my life, Shyloh. I asked a few of my friend on Instagram what they would like to read more about and a few things mentioned was where Shy’s name came from, and his birth story. So with that being said, let me try to rack my brain of some of these memories.

Shyloh's full name is Shyloh Alyxander Creech. I adore his name! I was so proud to tell people what I was going to name my little if he was a boy. Although I knew it was a boy before my gender reveal ultrasound. I think Trenton did also. Shyloh was conceived on June 12th, 2010. I don't know if it's creepy I know that or not, but I'm glad I do. I even have a picture on my old computer of that day. Right after the deed was done, Trenton and I walked outside only to find a beautiful rainbow waiting. I looked at Trenton and said "you know I'm pregnant, right?" I think he knew that also.

Pause - in 2010 I was 16 years old and Trenton was 17. We started dating in December '09. That means in June, we had only been dating for 6 short months. We (stupidly) decided that we were mature and stable enough to have a child. That's right, Shy was 100% planned, however, we only "tried" that one time. We actually chickened out and wanted to wait a little longer. – Alright start again.

During this time, my parents were trying there hardest to hold on to their marriage. My parents though that there kids also needed to "work" on ourselves. So without me or my brother’s consent, we were told we need Jesus, and would be going to a Christian summer camp near the end of June, until July 1st. I was devastated. I knew that while at camp I would miss my period, and I would have no one to tell as this was a no technology camp. I would learn I was pregnant alone, at 16, at the world’s most judgmental place for a women out of out of wedlock to be pregnant. 

I talked to Trenton about it before I left, cried about it. I was so scared. I was one of those girls whose time of the month came like clockwork. On the 30-31th of every month. I just knew I was pregnant. I just knew it.

 Both days past and no period. July 1st and it was time to leave. The very first text I sent to Trenton was "We need to talk...” his reply "Shit" 

After we told everyone, and all the hate, shock, and disappointment settled we decided it was time to pick out some names. I told Trenton that this was going to be our first child. I wanted the babies name to be super special. 

I remember when I was 6, my mom, dad and myself sitting at a table. They told me that my mom would be having another child and that it’s a boy. They wanted me to help pick out the names. The names they had already picked out, included the name Shiloh. My dad did not like that name with the name Addison that he picked out, and I didn't like it paired with the name Matthew that I had picked out. Eventually they settled with Elijah Addison-Matthew, and I settled on the name Shiloh.

Trenton wasn't super fond of Shiloh, he said it would need to be paired with a really manly name. Within minutes he said Alexander. It was settled. Shiloh Alexander it was. As for girl names, we went through hundreds of names. The first name we settled with was Layla Autumn Jane. Then we changed it to Raelin Lorelei. That stuck for a while. Then on the day of the gender reveal ultrasound, I asked Trenton if he still liked the name because I was having doubts. He said no, so we were back to square one. I told him that we might as well forget the girl names, we were having a boy anyways. Sure enough it was a boy, and his name was Shiloh Alexander. We revealed the name and the gender to everyone at the same time. 

When I was about 6 months pregnant I looked up the name Shiloh on a baby name website, probably Nameberry.com, and it mentioned that it could be spelled with a "y." I was in love with that idea. I talked to Trenton about it and he liked it too. We love unique, and that was definitely unique. I said why stop there? Alexander should be spelled with a "y" as well. It was settled, Shyloh Alyxander Creech would be his name.

38 week mark passed, 39 weeks, 40 weeks, finally 41 weeks passed...no Shyloh. Not even any signs that Shyloh would be arriving any time soon. 41w2d, a Monday, I had a doctor’s appointment, and was told that Shyloh was going to be a large baby and I would probably have to have a C-section. The doctor told me that we could try inducing me that Wednesday, if I was ready, and boy was I ready! 

Wednesday at 5:30 A.M. we made our way to the hospital. By 7 A.M. I was all wired to the contraction machine, hooked up to an IV that was pumping Pitocin into me. The doctors asked if I was in any pain, as I apparently was already having some pretty large contractions before I had even gotten the patocin, although I never felt a thing! 

I have always wondered if I should have waited for Shy to come on his own. I really hope to go into labor on my own with the next baby.

I just laid in this hospital bed, lots of family and friends came to visit but didn't stay long. The contractions didn't get much worse, I felt like normal. Feeling defeated, and it must have shown, the doctor asked if I would like for them to break my water. That was probably the most painful thing out of my whole pregnancy, labor, and the birthing itself! 

Finally! That seemed to put things in motion, I finally started dilating. My nurse also asked if I wanted to go ahead and get my epidural and I agreed. The time was now 1 P.M. 6 hours into active labor. My water was broke, I was dilated to a 6. I felt nothing and kept wanting to get up, I kind of wished I had waited for the epidural. I was SO bored and antsy! 3:30 P.M. rolls around and I was finally dilated a little over a 9. My nurse said we could start pushing in a few minutes, she had to go get things ready, and if I was ready we could begin. I agreed, and she left.

3:42 p.m. and she and about 6 other people come in, she asked if I would mind if these aspiring nurses and doctors could stay in the room and witness the birth of a child. I agreed. The nurse checked me and said "Oh! We need to start! We can't wait for the doctor, the baby is coming!" 

On that day, March 16th, along with Shyloh, 6 other babies were born! My doctor was currently birthing a little girl next door, and my nurse was a little nervous looking at first but cleared that up really fast. I wish I could remember this women’s name, I know I have it written down somewhere, but she was amazing. She was all up in the action, constantly talking, coaching, and reassuring me. I can't remember how many times I pushed, I want to say only three or four times! Regardless I stated pushing at 3:50 P.M. and at 4:02 P.M. Shyloh Alyxander Creech was born at 7 lbs. 8 oz. (so much for big baby) and was 19 ½ in. long. He cried for just a second then just looked around. His big eyes, drifting around the room. As soon as they put him on the scale, he ROLLED over! The nurse said she had never seen a child that young roll over on them. Of course I didn't see it, I was crying too hard to realize anything that was going on. All I remember is saying "I love you, I love you, I love you." 

We stayed in the birthing room for a few hours before being moved to a smaller room. While at the hospital Shy dropped down to 6 lbs. 2 oz. I was solely trying to breast feed, but something just didn't seem right. During his circumcision, the surgeon came in and mentioned to me that he believed Shyloh was tongue-tied, meaning he had a short frenulum. They clipped the skin under his tongue and told me that was probably the reason he was having a hard time nursing. We stayed at the hospital for 5 days to make sure his surgeries healed okay, making sure he would start putting on weight, and to make sure his mild case of Jaundice went away. 

Finally on March 21, we packed and left the hospital, with sweet precious cargo that we didn't have when we had arrived only 5 days earlier. We left with our beautiful baby boy, 

We left the hospital, car full and hearts fuller.

There you go! Shyloh's name origin and birth story! I hope you all enjoyed reading! I won't lie, a few soppy tears rolled down my face as I relived some of these moments. 

If any of you have any questions, or ideas for more blog posts feel free to post below in the comments, or for those who don't, you can follow me on Instagram. I will include my Instagram username below!

Thank you for reading!

Love,

Lindsey - 

Mother Creech

Instagram username: @Mother.Creech