My little boy turned 2 on Wednesday! It's hard to believe he's two already. I feel like if I blink, he'll be married and have his own kids. So I'm trying to appreciate everyday with him. Even when he's on the floor throwing a fit.
I realized that I've never written about his birth story. So here it is.
This is me 24 hours before he was born.
Owen's due date was on January 24 but that day came and went without any excitement. The next day was a Monday so Cody headed off to work. I planned to stay home with Lily all day. So we watched some movies and then I made lunch. Around 12:10 I felt my first contraction. It felt so different that I knew something was happening. I waited two hours and I was still getting contractions but nothing too bad. But I figured I should call Cody and let him know what was up.
He picked up the phone and was like, do I need to come home? I laughed at him (and so did his office mate) and told him not yet but he might want to be ready soon. I wanted to labor at home more this time around, so I tried to push my pain tolerance. I noticed that when I would sit down the contractions would slow down so I started to walk around the house as much as I could. About an hour later I was in serious pain and the contractions were getting closer together, so I called Cody and told him he needed to get his "butt" home now.
30 minutes later he came home and we packed Lily's stuff so she could go over to Cody's parents' house. We got to the hospital around 5:30 and I wanted to die from the pain. I kept telling Cody this was our last kid, I'm not doing it ever again, and people who have natural births are crazy (no offense but I was in alot of pain and don't see how you girls do it, but more props to you). We went up to triage and checked in. The midwife checked me out and was so happy that someone showed up qho was actually in labor that she kissed me on the forehead. I was dilated about 4-5 cm so she gave us a room and 30 minutes later I got one of God's most precious gifts to women (at least in my opion): an epidural.
I LOVED my epidural. This one didn't work as good as the one I had with Lily (I didn't feel a darn thing with that one) as I could still feel a little pain on one side but it was totally manageable. For me personally, I didn't want to be screaming when my child came into this world, I wanted a nice relaxed and calm birth. My midwife had asked me what my birth plan was and the only two things on it was an epidural as fast as humanly possible and a safe delivery for Owen. Everything besides those two things, I just didn't care. A little funny story on a side note was after the epidural I called Joanna (my cousin) and she's like, did you have the baby already, because I was nice and calm. I was like, nope I had an epidural, and she laughed at me.
So nine o'clock rolled around and I started to feel some pressure, so we got a nurse and she checked me and I was 10 cm and ready to go. My midwife came in (who by the way is one of the nicest ladies ever) and I pushed for about 5 minutes and Owen came out at 9:28 pm. He was so not happy about coming out. He cried and cried and cried. But eventually he calmed down and ate and then was quite content. And that is Owen's birth story. So nothing (Thank you God) too exciting happened; it was a nice and calm birth.
Here's Cody's brother Raudy holding Owen for the first time.
And here's Lily meeting her brother for the first time.
