Colins Birth Story

Monday I had my doctors appt. for my 39th week check-up. I was entirely too hopeful I was going to walk in there, be progressed enough that my doctor would just keep me there. Despite my painful wobbling, being 4 cm dilated and 90% effaced it was not too be. To ease the blow, Russell came up with a plan that we'd do a fun activity everyday this week, so that when I'd wake up still pregnant, I could have something to cheer me up. Monday we got In-N-Out and watched the finale of The Bachelor together. Tuesday I woke up just feeling like please let it be today! We all went on a day trip to liberty park downtown. I was walking as much as I could in order to get things moving. I even went up and down the slides with Kylie (somewhat against Russell's better judgement). When I talked to my mom I broke down; I used to be against getting induced, but being in so much pain and sick all of the time, I couldn't remember my "reasons" anymore. My doctor and I had discussed the possibility of me getting induced. The next morning I woke up, had Kylie in her highchair to eat her breakfast when I get a call from my doctors office. My nurse told me there was an induction open for that morning at 9 am if I was willing. I quickly called Russell, who was already on his way to school, saying "Do you want me to have the baby at 9am today?" I then explained what had just happened. He told me, "That sounds good to me. I'm already turned around and on my way." I quickly called my mom about meeting us at the hospital to get Kylie, and once Russell arrived we were on our way. 

// A lovely pre-baby shot for your viewing pleasure //

Getting induced honestly felt the same as naturally going into labor with Kylie. They broke my water and my contractions were immediately 3 minutes apart hitting the 70's on the graph they use to measure contraction intensity (the graph doesn't go above 100). So in other words, I wanted the epidural STAT. I looked at my nurse worried about the anesthesiologist coming; I didn't want to risk not getting the epidural in time. He came shortly after that and administered the epidural. After a surprisingly bad 'zing' down my right leg caused by brushing hard against the nerve it started to work great and I was again ready. My doctor wasn't there yet so to stall they propped me up on my side to ensure the baby was in position but not going to come while waiting. Russell and I sat reading to each other like the sweet old couple we are ;). My doctor finally made her grand entrance and next thing I know it I'm pushing away. After about a solid 15 minutes of pushing, Colin was here. 

There was a moment I knew he was coming because as I was pushing I looked up into my husband's face and saw his eyes tearing up with pure joy, and I knew it was because he was seeing his son for the first time. Now if that didn't give me motivation to give my all to those final pushes I don't know what will! When he came out and the nurses placed him on my chest I started to cry.... it was all worth it; the pain, the sickness, heck everything and beyond would have been worth it for my baby!!! He was beautiful, and my heart was literally bursting with love inside of my chest. I couldn't stop saying, "It's my baby!" He was perfectly healthy so they just cleaned him off and weighed him. We then immediately got down to the business of breast feeding, which he rocked! I was immediately attached I just wanted to hold him. We had been torn between 2 names but when I saw him I knew he was my Colin. 

During our stay in the hospital Russell and I decided to enjoy ourselves as much as possible. We loved the time we had to just talk about everything. We honestly loved how many people came to visit and with whom we were able to talk. We are both suckers for visitors. During the two and a half days we also took advantage and poured over the menus deciding which delectable dishes we were going to sample that day, relishing every bite. Lets just say that the food did not go to... waist. ;)

I was so nervous about being a mom of two littles. I didn't know how I could love them equally, juggle both schedules, breastfeed and chase around a 20 month old. I had so many fears bouncing around before I had Colin but when I held him in my arms I felt such a sweet peace enter my soul; I knew I could do this. I AM Kylie's and Colin's mother. Kylie's first time meeting her little brother was one moment I knew that Colin was meant to come down now, to be her little brother. Kylie just kept kissing him, smiling at him, and wanting us to let her hold him. In Kylie's mind Colin was "her baby". Having this little boy has brought the sweetest joy into my soul. I've never felt this blissfully happy + content. I have never felt this confident + secure in where I'm at in my life. I am a mother, and to the sweetest most precious newborn!!!! I'm bursting with joy y'all! Hahaha. I love babies.