We gave birth to a human this weekend; how was your weekend?

Can't Believe He's Here!

Fast and Natural is the Way to Go!

You know it's 2012 when you're in labor and your husband is texting at the bedside minute by minute changes to all the family. :) So now most of you knew the birth story before I was even wheeled out of the L&D room and into recovery. I sit here and wonder what to write that isn't a repetition of what Jaime has already said.

We had gotten massages that morning (oh yeah, it was great to have a back rub by a professional while in the prelabor stages--only I didn't know it was prelabor then). I drank a lot of water and thought relaxing for an hour on the table would make the fake contractions go away. Two big contractions happened on the massage table. I was confused now. After all, I still had 3 more weeks to go.  So if this painful contraction was fake, then the real thing was gonna kill me, I thought. I started texting my brother, Scott, to "discuss" what was happening. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was go home and curl up in the fetal position.

Still Daddy's Princess

My neighbor, Julie Ayer, sent me a text asking me if I was ok. I told her I was feeling "weird." She came over with her cell phone in her hand and sat next to me to visit for a second. She wasted no time and asked me what the number was for the labor and delivery nurse. I told her it was on our fridge. She finished the phone call for me and firmly told me, "I think you should go now." I told her "ok." (But first things first--what's for lunch?) Jaime and I ate a brunch of breakfast burritos, during which I had to stop twice to breathe through contractions. Ok, now I'm ready to go.

Turns out, it was the real thing. In the car (still 20 minutes away!), the contractions hit me with full force and I almost screamed at Jaime to let me out of the car so I could push this baby out. I honestly started wondering if we were gonna make it. In front of the hospital doors, I sprinted on foot in short spurts in between paralyzing contractions. Jaime was going to get a wheelchair for me, but I was NOT going to wait for the elevators and go the long way around. NO way! No time for that now. It was faster to run down the stairs right here--a shortcut. The nurses could tell I was not trying to be dramatic--thankfully they believed me when I said, "I can't wait any more." Nobody had to touch me to examine me--our baby's head was already crowning and that was all they needed to shout, "Call the doc!"

And His Name Is...

Resting at Home

Since we thought we had three more weeks to brainstorm for that perfect name, we were caught with no definite answer when the nurse asked what we should put on the birth certificate. Jaime was inspired to honor both of us by suggesting we name our son Ajay. I'm glad I trusted him because now I love it and I think it's perfect for him!