July 24, 2015 by Heather
Born on Thursday, July 16, 2015, at 7:59am. 8 pounds, 4 ounces, and 20 1/2 inches long.
In lieu of a drawn out birth story, I’ve decided to chronologically post some photos to tell the story of Oliver’s birth. I did a three-part post with Parker’s birth, mainly because it all happened in such a blur (30 hours of labor followed by a pretty traumatic cesarean) that I felt if I did not write it all down it would get lost in my brain.
Oliver’s birth was vastly different. Still a cesarean, but scheduled this time. And I remember every single detail.
The car ride to the hospital, changing into my gown, meeting with the anesthetist and getting my IV, family members trickling in, walking down the hall to the OR, crying as I walked in, Gayle the nurse who I wrapped my arms and legs around as they administered the spinal block, her and the doctor talking about a fishing trip, Andrew being brought in, me asking him to sing me a song (he couldn’t come up with one), feeling the pressure of Oliver leaving my body, hearing him cry, seeing Andrew’s smile, being transferred from the operating table to a bed like a beached whale, holding Oliver and telling him Happy Birthday, being rolled down the hallway that was lined with family, and then spending that first hour with just the three of us — Andrew, Oliver, and me — was like letting out all the nervous air we’d been holding in and breathing in his sweet new life in a moment that I wish I could have bottled up and kept for forever.
We came home Saturday afternoon. Andrew’s been home all week & it has been so nice to just hunker down together and figure out this family-of-four business. He’ll go back to work on Monday and real life begins! Except I think I’m about to get a tiny taste of it right now… Andrew is out on a bike ride, Oliver just pooped and woke up from his nap crying, which woke Parker up yelling “WHAT’S THAT CRYING SOUND???”
🙂 Happy Friday!