baby boy #3

Our sweet baby boy #3 has arrived--obviously this post is late, but what do you expect with a newborn at home:)

He came 2 weeks early weighing in at 5lbs 13oz!  His birth story is below should you want to read it.

The proud big brothers--they were getting off the elevator right as they were wheeling me to my room...they had to wait a few minutes for us to get settled to come see us, but Oma told us that P. kept saying, "he's out, he's out."

P. was all about looking at him, trying to touch him, kiss him, and was talking away.  N. stood back back was still really excited, and now can't stop kissing him. 

The newborn clothes swamped him--the cute outfit I wanted to bring him home in was way too big...

His birth story--if you care to know...About 3am on May 31^st, I started having some contractions—I just felt crampy and had some back labor.  I tried to sleep through it, but they were pretty consistent about every 15 minutes.  At 4am, I went ahead and got out of bed, packed the rest of my bag, got the boys laundry out of the dryer, and tried to finalize their stuff.  I was pretty much in denial though thinking that they were going to stop and it was just a false alarm.  At about 5, S. heard me and asked what was going on.  We call his mom, and she heads over.  I take a shower and try to ready mentally prepare for going into labor—I really get anxious and nervous about it.  S.'s mom shows up a little after 6, the boys wake up a little later, and we ask N. why is Oma here—he’s gives us a deer in the headlights look, but we prompted him a bit, and he was like you can’t have the baby today, it’s may, not june—he’s heard me say enough times I have June babies. 

S. and I head to the hospital about 7—meanwhile my contractions had stopped, and I kept saying what if I’m not actually in labor—I didn’t want to get in trouble(makes no sense right?) or wake up the doctor on a Saturday morning, and have oma come over at the crack of dawn…S. just reassured me that it would be fine—and that even if it was a false alarm no one would be mad at me, plus he knew I was scared of not making it to the hospital in time, but better safe than sorry.

We get to the hospital—I’m at about a 5, but the contractions had stopped.  They went ahead and called my dr to see if she wanted me to labor at the hospital and officially check me in, or if they wanted to release me for a bit to progress a bit more.  She was adamant about us staying since I went quick previously with P, and said she would be come check on me in a hour or so and break my water.  We did lots of laps around the maternity ward, and that made the contractions come back—at this point though, I could walk through them and talk through them. S. and I were enjoying the time just talking and walking.  She came and broke my water about 9:45, and after that it got intense.  I tried walking for a while—but it got to the point, they were hurting so bad that I could hardly walk through them.  We went back into the room, and I labored a lot leaning on the counter, complaining what was I thinking going natural, I’m so stupid, Holy crap this hurts then I added it’s a good thing I don’t cuss.  I get a little crazy, but S. just knows that when it gets to this point, I’m getting close—me on the other hand—I think it’s never going to end.  The doctor comes in to check on us again, and she could tell I was having a hard time, so she goes to check, then asks me to try to push, and I was in denial about pushing, but she said it was time, so she got on her full delivery gear, then I got the nerve up to push.  I pushed through 3 contractions and then he was here—so precious and tiny.  I really was in total shock that he was here, that I actually survived a natural labor, that I did it, and I had baby number 3!