Happy Wesley Day!
So as you know by now, the baby didn't come on Thanksgiving. He cooked a little longer in the oven and decided to make an appearance early Saturday morning. So here's the rest of the story... (and yes, if I write this here I will be also able to use it for our scrapbook later!)
I was thrilled to get out of the house on Friday to do a little last minute shopping, and that night we even got all of our Christmas decorations put up. As Dave says, this was typical Christina timing. Daniel pranced around helping with ornaments and wearing his Santa hat all night.
I didn't sleep too well and woke up about 2:45am thinking I might have had a contraction. I confirmed this at 3am with an official contraction. My dad got the middle of the night call and arrived at our house around 3:30am to stay with Daniel. It honestly didn't feel any worse than it did with Daniel and by the time we got in the car, I was really looking forward to my epidural within the next hour or so. I even thought about calling ahead : )
We made it to the hospital around 4am and the contractions were about 4 minutes apart. I had a few bad ones, but again, I thought I was hours away from delivery. When I asked for my epidural and was told, "You're not going to make it for that", it really hurt my feelings. Actually, it scared me to death. I did not comprehend how close I really was. Dave looked more than a little shocked, when the nurse picked up the phone and started yelling orders to wake up the in- house doctor. Then she told me not to push. And then I felt like pushing.
We barely made it to the delivery room, and I was hooked up to the monitors for exactly three minutes before Wesley was born. I didn't get any pain medicine, but after seeing the doctor ready to go, I realized I just had to get through it. And it really wasn't that painful, just very exciting. And it was over in about two minutes. Dave got to cut the cord this time and I was able to hold the baby right away. He was awake, alert and very cute. Amazing.
The rest is a little blurry, except Dave had to go back outside to get the camera, and our doctor showed up about ten minutes after the birth. I was not even checked into the hospital yet, so we had to do a little paperwork so I could finally get some pain medicine! Not that I needed it anymore, I felt like a million bucks compared to when I had Daniel (and still feel great 5 days later!).
After we got over the shock of the birth experience, we were able to start calling family with our news. Wesley had a great first day and got to meet his brother when he was about 4 hours old. So far Daniel does acknowledge "Wessie" and talks to him at times. We are thankful for a healthly, safe (made it to the hospital- whew!) delivery of our new baby boy. He is already a joy and a huge blessing in our lives. Life at home is going well. Wesley is actually sleeping for several hours at a time at night.
Pictures to follow....







