Reminiscing

I wish I wouldn't have been so slow on the uptake with this whole blogging thing.  I love that I have our whole journey to (and our life with!) lil' peanut documented.  I did do a really good job filling out C's baby book.  I mean really good.  Too good.  So good that all subsequent children will continually claim C to be my favorite and remind me over and over how unloved they feel because "do you see how much your wrote in his book?!?"  Trust me people, I know.  I am a subsequent child. ;) 

 

I cannot believe this was six years ago!  But, here is what I remember...

 

* The night before I was to be induced hubby and I turned the mobile on in the nursery.  It lit up and shown stars on the ceiling.  We laid down on the floor and watched the stars go around and around.  We just laid there!  We were freaking out a little bit.  A lot.  

* We had to be at the hospital super early so it was still dark out while we were driving there.  I remember thinking "Wow, when we drive back home we will have C with us."  Yes, we already had him named.  We had talked about baby names once very early on in our marriage (maybe even while we were dating?) and had one boy and one girl name.  Lucky for us when we talked about it while I was pregnant we discovered that neither of us had changed our minds.

* The anesthesiologist came in and talked to me.  You have to sign the consent in case of an emergency c-section.  And I remember asking "Just because I'm signing this, it doesn't mean anything, right?  Because I don't want an epidural."  And she said to me "Well honey, nobody walks out of here wearing a crown.  Remember that."  Pshhh!

* I was disappointed because I had planned to be up and moving throughout labor but found out that with an induction you have to be continuously monitored.  Boo!

* I had the most ridiculous nurse!  Hubby and I had brought some episodes of Friends to pass the time/distract us during early labor.  When she came in to check the monitor she would linger...and watch our show!  The nerve!  And she asked me every. single. time if I wanted something for the pain.  My rockstar husband totally yelled at her.  "She said she doesn't want anything!  She's told you that over and over again so stop asking her!"  I remember her holding my hand while they put in my epidural (more on that in a minute) and thinking "Ugh, really?  You're gonna be in here for this?"

* I remember telling hubby that my book said he needed to pack his own bag.  "What do I need?"  "Like magazines and stuff.  Something to do."  "I think I'm gonna be busy enough."  And wouldn't you know, somebody was bored.  I told him!  When I am not feeling well/am in pain I usually draw in.  I didn't want pep talks or back rubs.  Once labor really got going I had little use for that man. ;)  And he could've used a magazine or two.

* I labored for over 8 hours...naturally.  Just throwing that out there because if they did give out crowns I would have made sure I got one!  My labor wasn't progressing.  My doctor told me that based on the strength of the contractions I should have been much farther along.  Anyway, the c-section decision was made and after sitting around, being bored ;) all day long, things went into hyperdrive.  It was like boom, boom let's get this done!  Hubby says they threw a stack of clothes at him and whisked me out of the room.  I don't even think he knew where to go.  He said he was pacing outside the operating room and a nurse walked by and offered to get him a chair and he snapped "I can't sit down!"  Ha!  I was having my own little freak out.  "Wait, my husband's not in here yet.  You know my husband's not in here yet, right?  You're not going to start without my husband are you?  I want to wait for my husband."  They assured me that when I was all ready they would bring him in.  I remember that getting the epidural was super awesome in the midst of contractions.  Super, super awesome.

* They did bring hubby in after I was all laid out on the table.  And he will tell you that he remembers thinking "She looks like Jesus."  Not because I was all ethereal and glowing, but because I looked like I was being crucified.  His words people.  His words.

* I remember my doctor talking pretty hurriedly and a little bit of floundering going on.  Turns out she cut the standard incision and he wouldn't fit!  She apologized later for the uneven scar.  Ha!

* Hubby stood up when he heard C crying and immediately wished he hadn't.  They put the little sheet up for a reason babe. ;)

C loves this picture of himself.  It's in his baby book and every time he laughs and asks "Why am I all angry?"

Our first family photo!

* Hubby carried C to the nursery and stayed while they weighed and measured him.  In the meantime I was getting put back together and my doctor could not get over how big C was.  "Where were you hiding that baby?  I have to know how big he is!  Call down to the nursery and find out how big that baby is."  They did call down to the nursery and over the speaker system I heard that my baby was 9 lbs. 2 oz.

* After I had been back in the room for a little bit I sent hubby down to the nursery to check on C and take some more pictures for me.  He said there were two babies in there when he walked up to the window.  He looked at the first one and thought "that's not my baby." And when he looked at the second he thought "that's not my baby either."  He took a closer look at the first baby and read the name on the bassinet.  "I'm a terrible Dad, I didn't even recognize my own kid."  Haha!  He said he looked a lot different without all that gunk in his hair.

Mmmm...meconium.  Haha!  Hubby had to jump right in to diaper duty since I couldn't get out of bed for a bit.

* I remember being so emotional!  I cried through the whole conversation with my mom trying to tell her about her new grandson.  I was shaking.  I was bursting with happiness and exhausted and overwhelmed! 

Oh my goodness...those tiny little baby features.  His nose, his chin.  Sigh.

* I remember they gave us the option to go home or stay the extra day.  I chose to stay.  Not the choice hubby would have made.  He was bored, remember? :)

C was the first grandchild to come home in the blanket that my sister, brother, and I all came home in.

Some of our first moments at home together.

Awww, sweet baby feet!  I miss them.  I tell C often that he did something special that no one else got to do.  He made me a mama.  He not only made me one, but he taught me how to be a mama...is still teaching me. 

 

That's surely not everything I remember, but it's something.  Now baby C can feel the blog love.  Oh, I can just hear it now "Seriously Mom, you couldn't just let the blog be mine?  Do you see how much your wrote in his baby book?!" ;)