Just kidding, I'm not really counting down the weeks until he moves out! But I am proud of us for how capably we've made it through the first three weeks. Nathan deserves the "Greatest Dad of the Year" award and so Christy and Ozias are happy and healthy. We even went to a fancy dinner AND a community event this week and made it through with our sanity intact!
To catch you up on how we got to where we are... you may have noticed that his due date was May 23rd and he was born on May 5th (Cinco de Mayo! Bueno, bueno bueno! Also my 1/2 birthday, incidentally.) This just goes to show how cooperative our baby is. We went to California for a good friend's wedding on May 2nd, and got home May 4th. When we left, I (Christy) told Ozias, "Just wait three more days and then we'll be ready for you" and when we got home, I said "Ok, feel free to come any time now!" After we got back from the airport, some friends came over and we went to play a couple of holes of frisbee golf and had a BBQ. I said "I don't feel like going to work tomorrow. Maybe I'll go into labor tonight." And I did. At 11:30 I started having contractions (which were coming really frequently), but by 1:30 I was really sleepy and I so I tried to relax enough to fall asleep. It worked and the contractions slowed down to every 20 or 30 minutes. In the morning I tried to get up and get them started again, but I was still too tired and just kept falling asleep. Finally by 8:30 I had woken up enough to start walking around and that got them going a little bit more. I was supposed to have a Dr's appt at 10am, so at 9:30 I called to see if I should come in or just go to the hospital. (I wasn't sure if I had pretty much stopped the labor by sleeping through it.) I really didn't want to go to the hospital and get sent home because I wasn't far enough along, so I decided to go to my Dr's appt, but right before we left I decided I didn't really want to labor in the waiting room, so we should just go to the hospital. Good thing. We got to the hospital around 10 or 10:30, and at 12:30 we had a baby in our arms! Ta-da! I had quite an extensive birth plan prepared and had packed enough cd's, books, and movies to get us through at least 36 hours of labor, but we didn't manage to get any of it out, including the birth plan. Fortunately, everything happened so fast that the birth plan was followed to a T. (No drugs, no extra people in the room, etc.) Nobody had time to do anything contrary to it! We had to pull the emergency cord to get someone in the room to tell them the baby was coming and I don't think they believed us even then. I was pretty amazed at how obvious it was that my body was created to do this and I was able to spend my whole labor relaxing (as much as possible) and letting it do its thing. Thanks to some great books that our brother's girlfriend gave me from her midwifery classes, I was able to educate myself and learned that, if I let it, my body would know what to do and get the job done. This was a good experience for me because before I had my doubts about the intelligence of God's design when it came to the birthing experience. (I thought it would be better if he'd made us like kangaroos so it came out when it was really tiny and I could peek in and check on him every once in a while.) But now I'm convinced that God's design is flawless and I'm glad I got to experience it so (relatively) naturally.
Thanks for all the prayers that have gone up in our behalf. God has truly blessed us with an amazing baby boy. Feel free to drop us a line or give us a call if you're in the area!
To catch you up on how we got to where we are... you may have noticed that his due date was May 23rd and he was born on May 5th (Cinco de Mayo! Bueno, bueno bueno! Also my 1/2 birthday, incidentally.) This just goes to show how cooperative our baby is. We went to California for a good friend's wedding on May 2nd, and got home May 4th. When we left, I (Christy) told Ozias, "Just wait three more days and then we'll be ready for you" and when we got home, I said "Ok, feel free to come any time now!" After we got back from the airport, some friends came over and we went to play a couple of holes of frisbee golf and had a BBQ. I said "I don't feel like going to work tomorrow. Maybe I'll go into labor tonight." And I did. At 11:30 I started having contractions (which were coming really frequently), but by 1:30 I was really sleepy and I so I tried to relax enough to fall asleep. It worked and the contractions slowed down to every 20 or 30 minutes. In the morning I tried to get up and get them started again, but I was still too tired and just kept falling asleep. Finally by 8:30 I had woken up enough to start walking around and that got them going a little bit more. I was supposed to have a Dr's appt at 10am, so at 9:30 I called to see if I should come in or just go to the hospital. (I wasn't sure if I had pretty much stopped the labor by sleeping through it.) I really didn't want to go to the hospital and get sent home because I wasn't far enough along, so I decided to go to my Dr's appt, but right before we left I decided I didn't really want to labor in the waiting room, so we should just go to the hospital. Good thing. We got to the hospital around 10 or 10:30, and at 12:30 we had a baby in our arms! Ta-da! I had quite an extensive birth plan prepared and had packed enough cd's, books, and movies to get us through at least 36 hours of labor, but we didn't manage to get any of it out, including the birth plan. Fortunately, everything happened so fast that the birth plan was followed to a T. (No drugs, no extra people in the room, etc.) Nobody had time to do anything contrary to it! We had to pull the emergency cord to get someone in the room to tell them the baby was coming and I don't think they believed us even then. I was pretty amazed at how obvious it was that my body was created to do this and I was able to spend my whole labor relaxing (as much as possible) and letting it do its thing. Thanks to some great books that our brother's girlfriend gave me from her midwifery classes, I was able to educate myself and learned that, if I let it, my body would know what to do and get the job done. This was a good experience for me because before I had my doubts about the intelligence of God's design when it came to the birthing experience. (I thought it would be better if he'd made us like kangaroos so it came out when it was really tiny and I could peek in and check on him every once in a while.) But now I'm convinced that God's design is flawless and I'm glad I got to experience it so (relatively) naturally.
Thanks for all the prayers that have gone up in our behalf. God has truly blessed us with an amazing baby boy. Feel free to drop us a line or give us a call if you're in the area!
