Our sweet Davey was born August 28th, right on his due date! I was sure he was coming the 27th. I had been having contractions all night long and they were consistently coming every 4 minutes. So at 4 AM our time I called mother in Jamaica since it is an hour later and she recommended going to the hospital. We dropped Jonny off at Shannon's house and headed to St. Marks only to find out I was still dilated to a 3 and not progressing, plus as soon as we got there the contractions stopped... go figure. I was so annoyed and upset, I had been soooo ready to have this baby. Throughout that day I kept having contractions. They were sporadic but progressively got more uncomfortable. Around 8 that night I called the hospital because I had been bleeding a bit (the nurse who checked my dilation that morning had a hard time finding my cervix... it was pretty painful) and I wanted to make sure that was normal (it is). She recommended to take a warm bath and some tylenol to help me sleep and get relief from the contractions because real contractions I would still feel with the tylenol but they would mask the braxton hicks. Todd got home around 10 and I was in tears because the contractions hurt so bad. We timed them and they were coming strong every 3 minutes. We headed back to the hospital. We arrived at 11:30 and Brutus met us there to take Jonny. I couldn't even walk because of the pain. I got all hooked up and the epidural around 12:30... Perhaps I have a low pain tolerance but I am soooo grateful for modern medicine. That epidural was heaven and such a relief. By 1:30 I was dilated to a 10 and the nurse called Dr. Yamashiro. He came, broke my water, and at 2:01 Davey was born. Hooray!
Here he is, 6 lbs 12 oz, 19 inches long and oh so sweet.
All clean and under the warmer after his first bath.
We came home Friday and Nelly came to stay with us for the weekend to help us out. Todd went back to work on Tuesday so Wednesday my mother-in-law came to help me with Jonny and so that I could get some sleep. I am so grateful for all the help. Poor Jonny got a flu bug that weekend and we had a rough couple nights worrying about keeping him hydrated and keeping Davey healthy.
Jonny is adjusting to being a brother... Sometimes he really likes Davey and sometimes not so much. He has taken up hitting lately which makes me so sad to see my sweet boy hit :( Sometimes when I go get Davey and bring him into the room with Jonny and I, Jonny will yell "noooo." It is so funny and sad all at the same time.
There is something special about having a newborn.
We are on week 3 of Davey's life and he is finally learning how to sleep in his own bed. He had a bit of reflux when he was born and anytime I would lay him flat he would gag and choke and it scared me. We inclined the pack and play a little and now he actually sleeps in there and doesn't insist on being up at night for 4 hours straight. I am starting to feel slightly more rested and adjusted to having two babies. I love being a mom. This is what I am supposed to be doing. I am so grateful Todd supports me in this. There is no career for me that is more important and motherhood is so rewarding (hard, yes, but so worth it).
