The Day You Were Born, Part 1

Since the moment you were born, you were placed right on me, skin to skin. Just 40 minutes from when we checked into the hospital you were there. It was surreal how this entire birth happened. Weeks of contractions and many 'I think today is the day'days all so they could lead to Monday, September 22nd. 

I woke up feeling scared and feeling abdominal contractions, always being told that those are not labor signs, but fake ones. You no longer moved like you used to, only twice a day to readjust yourself, so I assume. Monday morning, I no longer felt normal, just fearful of something going wrong with you, little baby. So I told your Papa and off to the hospital we were going. I was going with the intention of just knowing if you were okay and if I had dialated past the 4 that the doctor saw Friday. We still sat in the front lawn with Olivia for a little while, minutes really. Until I felt what I recognized as a labor contraction. I panicked and asked Papa to take Olivia inside 'Now!' 

As we drove to the hospital, I kept getting contractions at 5-6 minutes apart. We arrived at the hospital a little past 10 am and I was checked in by 1016. My pain was at a 3-4 but felt like it was completely manageable and I was maybe even exaggerating with those numbers.

Then something happened that I'm not too sure where it came from. One of those memorable contractions that made me think that we were not going to wait a couple hours, that we were not that far away from holding you. The nurse checked me and surely, I was at 8. The doctor was called, an IV was placed. Two more stein contractions and I was asked to turned to one side completely in order for you to get more oxygen. The rest was pretty quick. Nurses rushed in to set up the room and I was breathing through those strong contractions and telling you what I knew I wanted you to know, 'You're worth it Isaac. It's okay. We've got to do this. You're worth it.' 

Your delivery doctor walked in and they all kept saying, we see his head. Your Papa mainly. They asked me to push when I felt no contractions, which had never happened to me before so it definitely threw me off. But eventually, with a number of tries later, you were born. 

40 minutes after we checked in, on Monday, September 22, 2014 at 1052 am, I was holding you. You were worth it. You are worth it. My sweet 9 lb 1 oz baby. 

I need to note, the fact that you were born on days when your Papa was off, amazing! I feared him missing a birth considering how fast you three babies have been born in. The fact that he was there, the fact that he held my hand, the fact that he cut the cord like he always has, the fact that I need and want him there more than he knows, thank you Papa. 

Also, who's better at styling your hair than your very own Papa?