Owen – Days One & Two

Apologies for the blog neglect—turns out watching a newborn sleep is extraordinarily time consuming. I know several days have passed since Owen’s birth day, but I thought I’d go back and record a bit about his entrance into the world.

After four weeks of false labor, it’s easy to second guess what constitues the real thing. I had yet another convincing set of symptoms Monday afternoon and evening, but despite a fair amount of walking, contractions had slowed considerably over the course of the evening. I went to bed shortly after midnight, assuming I’d wake up to find labor had stalled yet again. Instead, I woke two hours later, noting contractions had increased in frequency.

I made my way downstairs around 3:30 am, turned on the tea kettle and spent some quality time with Pinterest. Around 5 am, I emailed my mom to explain that while I was a bit reluctant to say I was officially in labor, I did indeed feel as though I was making progress. Within 30 minutes, I suggested to Bryan that we drop the girls off at school when the doors opened at 7 am. An hour later, I knew I needed to go to the hospital right away.

We agreed that Bryan would drop me off first, then take the girls back to the west side. I was admitted shortly after 7 am, really only able to share my name and my very strong desire to have an epidural as soon as possible. Bryan returned by 7:20, and the nurses informed me that I was much too far along to have any sort of pain medication. They also said that while I was ready to push, I needed to wait for our doctor who was about 10 minutes away. I did my best to convince the nurse at the end of the bed that she could indeed deliver this baby, as I surreptitiously pushed despite orders otherwise.

Our doctor did arrive, though, and within a push and half, our sweet son entered the world about 40 minutes after we arrived at the hospital. He was quiet and unbelievably purple as he laid on my chest. A quick exam showed him to be perfectly fine, if not quite bruised due to his extremely efficient descent. He was alert and calm and absolutely beautiful.

Owen weighed 9 pounds, 8 ounces, which given his gestational age of 39 weeks and six days, required blood sugar testing every three hours. This thwarted my desire to go home yet that afternoon, but we enjoyed a quiet day and night in the family birthing suite. My mom and Dave arrived around 2:30 pm, with two big sisters anxious to meet their little brother.

All of Owen’s tests turned out to perfectly normal, and he even managed to avoid the significant issues with jaundice the girls experienced. Before our release the following morning, we dressed Owen in an outfit Bryan picked out for him—the two were nearly identical in their plaid shirts and khaki pants.

We’ve spent the last few days snuggled up and enjoying time with our family and friends. More to come!

3 responses to this post.

  1. Awww, what a cutie! Congratulations on your new baby boy, and thanks for sharing your story! It brings me back to my own boys’ entrances to the world, especially with #2 and no pain medication! I’m glad everything went well 🙂

  2. Posted by Laugh at Jessie on July 8, 2012 at 12:48 am

    Why do they bruise if the birth is quick? He is so cute! I’m glad all of you are well. I can’t wait to see you.

  3. Posted by Denise Weaver on July 10, 2012 at 7:14 am

    Warmest congratulations from Massachusetts to the entire Smith family. Oh my goodness, Rebecca, it looks like things moved pretty quickly once Owen decided to make his entry. He is absolutely adorable (the going home outfit was a scream), and how blessed he is to have such a wonderful family. I look forward to the picture/anecdotal updates, and predict that the girls will have one hay of a time with their new brother. Hope to see you soon! So happy for you.

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