The First Day of the Rest of our Lives.

So since many of you are unfortunately not within a reasonable driving distance to us, I figured I should retell the birth story.. or maybe it's because I just love the story that much and have no problem retelling it a few times.. maybe a few times more than someone would love to be retold.

February 2nd the labor began again- for the umpteenth time within the past thirty days. The following day I was going to be 37 weeks, and so Tony and I made the executive decision as parents, and decided we were going to trust that our son was really ready to enter this world with good health.

I labored all day on the 2nd, and managed to sleep a little that night. I was woken up a few times throughout the night, but was confused as to why.. Somewhere around 3 in the morning I discovered that I had terrible back pains, and then I realized they were all about 2 minutes or less apart. I laid in bed trying my hardest not to wake Tony. I wanted him to get as much sleep as possible. Who knew how long I would be in labor the next day?

Two hours later I decided I would wake him up and get showered before we headed to the hospital. We went to the closest hospital because I was in a disagreement with the OB that I had been seeing for the past nine months.

Once we arrived at the hospital, Tony went and registered me as I went up to the OB ward. I was hooked up to the contraction monitors and my contractions (back mind you), were less than two minutes apart. This did not surprise me considering I wasn't lucky every to have the gradual labor pains. They never were any more than four minutes apart, lasting a minute and a half a piece. Tony came in and looked at the sheets and I remember him saying something along the lines of "Wow, that's intense!" -No kidding. (I tried confirming this statement with him, but we cannot remember exactly what it was... Just that it was hilarious.)

The doctor, whom I had never met before, finally came in about thirty minutes after my mother arrived. Gave an ultrasound, but only to give me news that I did not want to hear. Especially knowing that I could have came in hours earlier and already had the baby boy in our arms. He was breech, and all of the labor that had happened was basically for nothing..

Probably the most emotional twenty minutes of my life then happened. I was told that I was going to be having major surgery, that I was going to be facing my biggest fear of the epidural, and that I had to take off all jewelry- including my ring and bracelet. Everything that we had planned for nine months was thrown away in less than a minute.

Little did I realize at that moment because of my racing fears and thoughts, that it was all going to be more than worth it in less than an hour.

Tony was in the operating room immediately after my body went numb. We spent our last moments alone. Ironically there was at least fourteen other people in the room.. But we felt alone, and that's how we liked it.

Within what seemed like hours, we were informed that our son's head was stuck under my ribs, and that he was still going to be coming out feet first. I laughed thinking "What should we have expected? Should we have expected anything to go normal?"

After a few odd sensations and a popping feeling and we were officially a family. The cries of our son Oakley Michael were the cries I had hoped for each and every second while laying on the bed. He was brought to me and we were able to kiss and touch him before he was brought out of the room for all of the measurements and bath with Tony.

Originally I was told I would not be able to see him again for three hours, they were going to make me sleep. I was not fond of that idea, but it turned out that they weren't going to make me. I was brought back to the room after only an hour and a half. It went by extremely quickly surprisingly though.

I was wheeled into my room past my family that was able to make it. Tony followed with our son and brought him for me to hold for the first time. I can't even begin to express my feelings at that time. He was so perfect, and all I can really remember was that I kept saying how gorgeous he was.

That is my amazing, long story about the best day, and the first day of our lives as a family. At 9:29 on February 3rd, 2011, Tony, Oakley, and I became a family, and nothing will ever change that. Weighing 6lbs 3.5oz, and 18.5 inches, Oakley came into this world.

Starting this thing...

So here I am beginning this blog thing while I have a bottle propped up on my leg. This is the new story of my life, and I would't dare complain. So much has happened in my life within the past 12 months that I woudn't complain about either. I met a wonderful man who has treated me the way I should have been for years, and birthed (well the doctor actually cut and scooped him out of me..) a beautiful, yes I said beautiful, son. I branched from my family, and moved 120 miles away from everything I knew, and changed my major three times. None of any of that even begins a regret.

I've done all of this at and before my measly age of eighteen.

The story of that man of my life begins with a walmart picture book. My eyes wondered within the book, not like it wasn't thrown at me or anything ;), and I knew that was only the beginning. Six months and a pinky promise later, the ring began the finalization to single life- another thing I couldn't find a detail to complain about. The day the ring will be paired with it's other half will be November 5, 2011... If you were wondering (:

Now, the little boy part.. That surprised us on June 18th of 2010. What a journey it was. February 3, 2011 at 9:29am, our lives forever changed as we knew we were never first in our lives again. Three weeks earlier than planned, the beautifully-shaped-headed-sunglasses-named-child was brought into our lives. The past three months have been the best three months of our lives. Without a doubt. Waking up to that smiling sweet baby boy at 7am may not be the best part at first, but once I can blink a few times, I see the sweet smiles and hear the giggling, and know that he has my heart.

Aside from the sappyness, this is going to be my new hobby. Encourage it. And I lied, there is much more sappyness to come.