I will say- I don't believe ANY of the old wives tales about how to induce labor (especially ones that involve eating or drinking something nasty). EXCEPT, I'm inclined to give some credence to one new one. If you write a blog post about your baby NOT being born, they will likely come very soon. I didn't have a blog when KJ was born, but it certainly worked with Cbug. Worked with Lou. AND worked with Baby Brother (who still doesn't have an official blog name).
I will not comment about whether or not the random lady on yahoo message board (via Google search) was actually fairly accurate on diagnosing my early signs of labor. Coincidence, surely! And a little creepy.
So, I wrote a post on Thursday morning that you should go back and read if you missed it at the time because it is quite hilarious that he was born hours later. When I wrote it, I sincerely had ZERO indication that we were any closer to meeting our angel boy. I worked on Thursday, came home and rested a bit while the kids took naps, and then cooked dinner. Normal Thursday stuff.
Then, as we were finishing up dinner I started feeling funny. And that's really all it was, just a funny feeling. And then I noticed some leaking water (posts about birth are the only time it is acceptable to type such a sentence). But still wasn't having contractions. I didn't want to alert RRL, but I did say maybe we should start gathering some of our things just in case. About 7/7:30, after RRL and I finished cleaning up the kitchen, getting kids bathed and starting circle time, we decided we better call someone to stay with the bigs (thanks, Hatch and Grammy). I still wasn't experiencing regular contractions, but was more and more convinced things were getting started and that my water had broken. Given our history (especially Cbug's quick arrival), we decided better safe than sorry and headed out the door to the hospital.
Because RRL and I had both had dreams in recent weeks that we were surprised by the birth of GIRL instead of a boy, I asked pretty quickly for assurance that we could keep calling him "Christopher". I was assured that he was a he, an absolutely healthy and perfect baby boy. His head was seriously fake it was so round and wonderful. And the first moments with him were even better than I imagined during labor. A rumor tells me that a certain celebrity may have "needed" a $30,000 "push present". While I'm sure something sparkly added glamour to her hospital stay, kissing this sweet head was absolutely all the reward I needed.
It is pretty amazing that in this moment, just like I documented with his sister, the rest of the world fades away. And amazingly, the labor pains that were only minutes in the past did not seem like they were so bad after all. "This little life is a treasured blessing. And he's ours. Wow, oh wow." That's pretty much all I was thinking.
This next kiss was pretty great, too. I absolutely cannot imagine delivery without RRL. So supportive, so encouraging. He was AMAZING. Good thing he didn't listen to my irrational request to do it alone. Shew.
And here's what the newest MALE member of our family thinks about parents k-i-s-s-i-n-g. I think he'll fit right in at our house.
What an amazing day. One I'll likely not ever forget.
But just in case I do,
its now officially BLOGGED.