A Baby Story

So before I lose the details due to lack of sleep and time- I wanted to share a quick overview of how baby Davis came into the world last Saturday.

Last friday night Davis and I decided to go for a long walk...we then went on a date for some spicy mexican food and also shared a slice of ancho fudge pie at ZTejas. It was really a perfect date and looking back- it's so funny to think that we would be headed to the hospital that same night. We had no idea.

Around 3:30 that morning I woke Davis up and basically said "Davis- I don't think this is labor- but my back is hurting so badly- I really can't take it anymore. I need to call the doctor and see if they can at least give me something for the pain." I called the doctor- he asked me how far apart the pain was- to which I said "the pain doesn't really stop- I don't think it's contractions." Either way- he asked me to come in to check things out and I was quite sure that it wasn't real labor and that we would be driving back home an hour later. Davis ran around crazily though, trying to get our things together, and I could tell he was so excited so I kept telling him it was probably nothing becuase I didn't want him to be disappointed...as we drove though, in addition to the constant pain, I started to notice some waves of additional pressure that were about 3-4 minutes apart.

Sure enough- I was in labor. They checked us in, we waited about 2 hours, had some SERIOUS contractions and then got the epidural. Night and day is how different the contractions felt from there on. Around 6:30 my mom and Nikki got there. Around 8:30 Courtney and B got there, and around 10:00, Katie got there. We spent most of the day laughing and talking- and even got Katie and Courtney to do some high school drill team routines in the delivery room. It was a really great day.

Around 2:30/3:00 the doctor came in and said that we could start pushing. The bad news of the day was that my doctor was not there. I was pretty disappointed at first- especially as he is known for coming in on his days off to deliver his patients. The doctor I had was a total dud- he kept making jokes about me finishing in time for the LSU game, and if it wasn't for the amazing nurse- I probably would have been a basket case. I just tried to tell myself that it was what it was and I might as well relax and go with it.

They thought I would only push for a short time- so our friends and family left and we thought we would be done in no time. 2.5 hours later- I was still pushing and it was still just the nurse, Davis and I. Little Davis wouldn't turn his head- so for a while it felt like I was getting nowhere and I was worried they would have me do a c-section. However, we literally pushed through and at 10 till 6:00 p.m. we heard the nurse on the phone, frantically calling the doctor, other nurses, etc. saying "I need a baby catcher!" 5 or 6 people swooped in and then next thing you know, at 6:02 p.m. little Davis was born.

I can't describe the experience in any other way than "out of body". I remember feeling like I was watching the situation from the outside in- and I also remember thinking "this is the most ridiculous idea ever- trying to get a baby out this way..." Then next thing you knew, Davis was telling me how beautiful he was and the nurse plopped his gooey little body right on my chest. Again- it was almost like total shock. I just stared at him and started to cry in happiness and disbelief. It's funny how you can prepare for this for almost a year and yet still when it happens- you are blown away. It was a crazy beautiful moment.

We spent the next 2 days in the hospital and it was both incredibly hard and tiring and frustrating, AND beautifully sweet, intimate, and miraculous. Davis was such a champ- I could not have done all of it without him. He was there for every fuss, every feeding, every everything. He sang to little Davis and he rocked little Davis, and he talked to nonsense to little Davis as we both became more and more delirious.

We've been home a week now and it's all been such a blur- so fast and while we're both so tired it's unbelievable- we are loving it. Every time I pick him up again- I am amazed and excited and in love. All those cliches are true- sappy or not- and I am sure that becoming Davis' parents is the best thing we've ever done.

God is good.
P.S. I will also do a post just listing the ridiculously funny things that we've done or said in the past week because they are priceless, should give you a laugh, and I want to remember them.