After Emmet was born I rushed home and wrote his whole birth story down from start to finish. Every single detail that I could think of recorded and shared with everyone. It was a beautiful story and one that I will always cherish, but Henry's was a little different and parts of it I honestly want to forget. Or I want to work through on my own, because recalling them and looking at pictures of his birth, from the moments before the photos shown here, my eyes still well up with tears and a frog appears in my throat.
We decided to induce on a Friday so that our parents could make it down to watch Emmet and to have a weekend of help to adjust as a family of four (we ended up getting much more than just the weekend-which we are forever grateful for!). It was such a relief to know the plan for what would happen with Emmet, PLUS we were able to have a "last day" with Emmet as an only child where we treated him like royalty and loved on him as much as we could.
We checked in early Friday morning and started pitocin around 7:30. Labor progressed slowly and Dave and I mostly just sat in the quiet, other than when I threw up several times (apparently I barf while in labor...) as Henry's heartbeat filled the room and our sweet little nurse checked in on us every 15 minutes when our vitals were checked. We got our epidural fairly early on and mostly just sat and napped in peace while waiting for our little boy to arrive.
A new nurse checked in around three and claimed that our little boy would be born before 5:00 (which seemed like a bit of a stretch, as we were still progressing fairly slowly at that point). But sure enough he was born at 4:44! She checked one last time and we were close so she sat me all the way up and within a few minutes the room changed into a delivery room and other nurses and our doctor ran in to deliver our little boy. I pushed a few times before pausing to barf again until my doctor looked at me urgently and told me I needed to push because his cord was around his neck. I did and out he came but the mood in the room shifted to one of stress and nurses scurrying about and trying to distract me. I didn't get to hold my baby for 25 minutes while they tried to get his vitals up and everyone looked worried. It was the longest 25 minutes of my life, and 25 minutes that I want to forget.
The rest of our hospital stay was calm and quiet except for when my parents would bring Emmet by to meet and play with his brother, which was just about as cute as could possible be even though I STRESSED about it for months! On Saturday morning, the day we checked out and came home, we woke up and looked out our window to see that it had snowed on the night that Henry was born. It was a good reminder of how beautiful the world is and how peaceful it looks when the snow is still untouched and sparkling. We were starting a brand new sparkly day with our adorable and healthy little boy, despite the stressful moments from the day before.