Although I’m not quite sure exactly how it happened, we have made it through our first year! Well, almost. First year minus a day. Tomorrow we will have reached the full 365.
Life has been absolutely wonderful and NUTS. I never realized how completely adorable little boys were until we had one. I also never realized how much your body doesn’t need sleep. Or how difficult it is to travel with a child. Or how many things you have to pack in order to feed a child. Or how NECESSARY an extra change of clothes for the baby is. OR HOW QUICKLY IT WOULD ALL GO BY.
I’m not at the point of being emotional yet – knowing myself I don’t think I will be until he’s 6 or something. But I’ve definitely been feeling nostalgic about where we were one year ago. I don’t think it’s any surprise to anybody, but I take the Kim Kardashian stance on pregnancy. AKA not a fan. I’m thankful that my body can create a baby, yada yada yada, but that doesn’t mean I have to like being pregnant.
I remember the last few days of my heifer-dom like they were last week.
One year ago today I had finally come to the realization that Lad was never going to come. Every day prior, I had taken my contacts and toothbrush and packed them in my hospital bag after I used them in the morning. But that day – when I was 9 months pregnant and perpetually hot as hell – I said f-this and left them out on the counter like the wild woman I am.
I went on my 3-mile daily walk that morning just like I had done every day for the past 2 weeks in hopes of inducing labor. When I got back from my walk and realized I was still pregnant, I sat down at my desk and got to work.
Reese got home at noon that day so I made sausage, green beans and velveeta shells for lunch. [Looking back now I should have eaten a few more carbs to last me through a 13-hour labor. ]
After lunch Reese left the house to go make hay and I went back to my desk to start working again. At 1:10 I felt something a little off. Was it indigestion from a pregnant lady eating sausage and macaroni? Was my stomach growling because I was hungry again 45-minutes after eating? Orrrr…..
I began writing down times and noticed somewhat of a pattern. I wasn’t in any kind of pain so I didn’t think it was actually contractions. I called Reese and he agreed maybe we should call the doctor’s office since it was a Friday afternoon. I talked to a nurse and she immediately said YEPP YA BETTER COME ON IN.
I immediately called Reese back and told him we needed to go to the hospital – still confused because nothing hurt (other than my back, but that had been going on for the past nine months so what was new?). We grabbed our bags and hit the road to College Station. Once we got to Snook I started getting a little uncomfortable but we both decided this still wasn’t the real thing.
We got to the hospital and I became very annoyed because I had to fill out all the paperwork that I had already completed online. They also had to take our insurance cards and have a 15-minute talk with us. THEN she thought it would be a great idea to tell me that I, in fact, DID look like I was in labor. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy about that or not.
They brought in a wheel chair – which I declined – because as my dad (stupidly) told my mom 27 years ago “cows walk when they’re in labor”, so I figured I better get to steppin’ if I wanted this baby out of me.
Once we got to our room, the nurse hooked me up to the machine and checked me. And said nothing.
“Sooo am I in labor?”
I looked at Reese and noticed his eyes about to pop out of his head.
Time progressed both slowly and quickly. We hadn’t told anybody where we were until 6:30 when Reese texted our parents. They promised they would stay home until we gave them the thumbs up.
I won’t get into the rest of the details about Lad popping out, because I already have a post about my natural labor here. But I will say that the little guy was definitely NOT in a rush. He was finally born on June 30, 2018 at 2:49 am – and I’ll be perfectly honest – he had an alien look about him.
Of course today he’s the most precious little tot on the planet, but things were rocky his first hour out in the world. 😉
I seriously can’t believe a whole year has come and gone! We’ve made great memories and he surprises us every day with something new he has somehow learned.
Today we will celebrate the little guy and I promise you he will be 1000% spoiled rotten!
Hopefully I will do a post about his party for next week! You can guarantee my decorations will be completely under-whelming and I will probably walk away with 3 pictures total. Lol. Mom of the year!