July 6th marked three months since our family grew by the addition of one awesome little man.
I'm currently trying to lull him to sleep in my arms, because some days he seems to think naps are for suckers, so why not take this opportunity to introduce you?
If details of how this all played out aren't of any interest to you, you may want to skip down to the photos below, but should you want the details I've spared very few!
On April 5th, 2012 around 1:30am, I woke up to contractions. I found these to be totally bearable but altogether too distracting to go back to sleep. I was worried that I had to pay very close attention to what might be labour based on stories from family that we have a tendency to overlook what is happening until much further along. I counted and timed them as best as I could. Days prior, I has asked the Mister to download a contraction counter app for his phone as my due date was fast approaching, and he had but I was not ready to wake him up to help just yet. Around 5am after sporadic sleep, the Mister got up for work and I filled him in on the last few hours. I borrowed his new app while he was getting ready to see exactly how things were going. It seemed that I had gotten quite close to the one minute long and five minutes apart target, only to have things taper off. Given how things were slowing down, I sent the Mister off to work and went to sleep.
Around 9am or so that morning, I paged my midwife to ask if what I had felt was normal. I didn't want to call earlier because I hadn't wanted to wake her up for nothing. It took two tries before another midwife returned my call. Apparently Amelie, my primary, had been up all night at a birth and was still there (guess I wouldn't have woken her up after all)! I detailed the events for her and she explained that it was perfectly normal for things to have tapered off in the morning, but that I should get as much rest as possible during that day as she fully expected things to pick up again later on. I called the Mister at work and after explaining all of this, we decided that he should come home a little early and that we would both try to rest, in case it was going to be a long night. Honestly, instead of sleeping, we cleaned the house. If this baby was on his way, that meant company was not going to be too far behind, so the house needed to be spotless. Finally after all that work we were tired enough to sleep around 5pm. I kid you not, no sooner did we lie down the contractions were back. I grabbed the Mister's phone and urged him to sleep. By 7pm, they were long enough and frequent (1 minute long, 5 minutes apart, for one hour) enough for me to page Amelie again (luckily, she'd had the day to rest too). Given that this was a first baby and I was still three days before my due date, she thought that it might still be a bit premature. She suggested that I take a warm bath for half an hour and to call her back. I'd heard good things about labouring in water, so I figured there was no harm in giving it a shot! Half an hour later, before I'd even had a chance to call her back, my phone rang. Nothing had changed, the bath did not lessen the frequency of the contractions as we had thought possible, so she decided to come and check me out and at the very least, make a plan from there (she still thought that there was plenty of time). About half an hour later, around 8pm, she arrived at our house to check things out.
So, she laughed. What? Yup, she laughed. She checked me out, fully expecting that it was a false alarm, and starting laughing when she realized that I was half way there! Remarkably, since
So there you have it, introducing Baby N -
After all was said and done we checked out of the hospital around 5am and here he is at just under 3 hours old at 5:30am, just arrived home -
As we were arriving home we told my parents that we were going to take a nap to recover and that we would call them in the morning to come over. Here is N at 7 hours old, after the whole family got a nap on the couch, and before company arrived -
Later that evening all swaddled -