4/23/11

birthday party.



Laboring with Oliver was so very different than with Miles. This time I wasn't on pitocin. I wasn't hooked up to monitors. I was really, barely in pain until about an hour before he was born. The last 20 minutes or so were... we'll let's just say I was begging my midwife and Jesus to get him out or let me die. I remember saying "I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this." But ya know what? I did. 






I was surrounded by an amazing support team. My husband, who I still believe to be the most calming presence in my life. That man knows how to talk me down from even the highest cliffs. My mama, who I know would have taken all the pain on herself in a second to help me. And two of my very best friends. Having my girls there really helped keep the mood light and fun. They helped me laugh between contractions, took turns holding my hands and encouraged me all the way. I love you girls so. 










One of my most cherished moments of this labor was while we were walking the hallway, I rounded a corner and saw my daddy and his fiancĂ©e standing there with flowers and huge smiles. They then did several laps with me and the rest of the gang until my pain got bad enough for me to hit the tub. My Dad has been such a hero for me these past few weeks, always calling or showing up just when I needed someone. I am so grateful to both he and Sheree.


When I got into the tub the pain reeeally started picking up. Drew sat beside me listening to my "ohms" you know, the sound people make when meditating... It seriously helped me through the harder contractions...until it didn't anymore and I asked Drew to get the nurse working on some epidural paperwork.

"If I'm not a 9 I am getting the epidural."

So, I got out of the tub and I was an 8. No epidural. No drugs at all. Wow. About 15 minutes of hell later, Oliver was born. And he was so perfect. So so so perfect. Man I love that kid.







It was amazing because as soon as he popped out, all of that intense, excruciating pain just vanished and there on my chest was the most beautiful angel. Drew and I had done it again. A beautiful baby boy. Thank you God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.


Welcome to our world baby Oliver. We love you. 

Mommy, Daddy and Miles

5 comments:

Meagan said...

CHILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS!!!!

Such a beautiful post and SUCH beautiful pictures :-) I already dibbed Lindsey for taking our delivery pics (and if not her, someone definitely!!!) Those pictures are amazing. Captures those moments sooo perfectly.

That little Oliver is a peach. His little feet and his little nose. SO cute. Love you!

White Folk said...

If you had ANY doubt before M that you are a rock star....this OFFICIALLY ended that debate! Congrats to you from Danny, Parker, and I! We love you and were excited to read such a wonderful tale with such a happy ending!

Wonsch Family said...

You.were.awesome!!! I'm so glad I was able to be there. I can't wait for you and Lindsey to be there for our next one, not in the near future lol. I need some cuddles from Oliver this week!

Domesticated-Bliss said...

Love this post :) And miss you friend!

Barbie and Craig said...

oh how that made me cry :)

Yay for you. You are pretty darn awesome :) And so are those boys of yours. All three.