...and 3 months old now. I know I slacked BIG time. But I'll be better now. I'm not a huge writer (numbers are my thing, obvi) so I've been avoiding this because I have A LOT of blogs to write. As you can see from the header above, Connor was born on June 16th. So I'll write a few blogs to catch you all up, starting with his birthday! Well I was SEVENTEEN days late and I was NOT happy about it. Wow, is it discouraging when you wake up every day and are not in labor. Even harder without Greg around. Luckily our families & friends occupied my time and put up with my "emotions" for the wait. I was WAY too prepared, that was the problem. My bag was packed from like May 25th. Carseat installed May 20th...oh and I even ordered annoucement envelopes and labeled & stamped them! But he wasn't budging. I had an appointment that afternoon to schedule my induction (either that afternoon or next AM I assumed) but I woke up at 5am with contractions. Went downstairs and Dad was on his way out the door for work and I told him "today's the day". Went to the hospital around 10ish and they were 3 minutes apart and I am a wimp when it comes to pain so I thought it was awful. I was 5cm. At 1pm I was still there so they gave me the epidural and pitocin to speed things up & take away the pain...which was awesome! Greg called WHILE the needle was going in my back, great timing, he had no idea what an epidural was- he was all gitty & wanting to chat it up. He called 6 more times throughout the day:)
They broke my water at 4:30pm and I was around 8 cms. By this point I had Mom, Dad, Glenna, Ann, Allison, Bev, Judy & Betsey at the hospital and then later Dave, Katie, John, Brian and Tyler joined our crowd. Belvoir is small, I was the ONLY one in labor so my 13 visitors & cheerleaders took over my room & the waiting room watching So You Thing You Can Dance while eating pizza. Around 8/9pm I got to 9 cms. At 10:30 I told them I was getting a push feeling and could feel the pressure of my contractions and when they checked they said I was back to 8 cms and had to get the more experienced Doctor (aka old man Doc). I knew it...he was coming to tell me I needed a C-Section. I was very upset, started crying, then got freaked out at the thought of surgery and started shaking. Then I calmed down and accepted it and asked "can we get this done by midnight so I can have him the same day I started labor?"...but what I really meant was "today is the 16th and I don't like odd numbers so can we get the party started before it's the 17th". Plus 16 is the #8 twice. Yes, this was seriously on my mind.
They were quick, but only by 19 minutes! At 11:41pm the Doctor goes "we've gotta niner". Mom & I look at eachother (can't see past the blue sheet) and say "niner?" She stands up, and looks at me and says "you have a 9 pound baby". WHAT? Three doctors, THAT DAY, all guessed 7, 7.5 and 7lb11oz. They were way off. He started screaming, mom went to cut the cord & take a few photos, then Greg called within 2 minutes of him being born! I put it on speaker so he could hear and they brought Connor over to my side so I could see him. It was great having Greg on the phone since he couldn't be there in person. It was an amazing feeling to see him and I couldn't wait to hold him. I actually didn't get to for another 2 hours but when I did I was so in love with our little-big man. Here was his first picture of our "family"...Greg being my cell phone. Then the 1st pic of Connor, then the moment I first held him:)
Well I'll be sure to post a few more things that have happened the last few months later but I wanted to at least get this started. And he's starting to squirm so this is all I've got for now!




