Well... I'm quite behind. Xavier is here! And he is 3.5 weeks old already. I have been so busy sleeping and feeding and changing diapers, and let's be honest, just staring at him, that I haven't written.
Xavier was born on November 8, 2015 at 6:21am, 20 inches long and 7 pounds 3 oz. He was born unexpectedly in my bed at home.
Yep, that's right.....
I woke up on the morning of the 7th and knew I was in labor. I felt different and my body just knew those weren't braxton hick's contractions. So I got up, showered, and decided I needed to go get my nails done because they were too long and would scratch my newborn baby. I went to the nail salon while Mr. Banker was at work...he thought I was crazy.
When Mr. Banker got home from work, I began timing my contractions. When they got to one minute each and 4 minutes apart, I decided it was time to go to the hospital. We arrived at the hospital around 6pm and I was excited to find out that my favorite obstetrician was on duty. They checked my contractions and said although they were consistent, I wasn't dilating enough so they sent me home at 11:30pm at 3cm dilated and told me to come back when it felt like the 'real deal'. I asked how I'd know it was the real deal and they told me I wouldn't be able to talk through my contractions and I would be calling Mr. Banker every name in the book. So home I went and waited for those signs....which never came.
I tried to sleep but I was in a lot of pain, I kept taking baths to ease the pain. It got more intense at 3am and by 5am I told my mom to go ahead and drive to my city because it HAD to be the real deal. I got in a bath again at 5:30am and had a very strong contraction that told me we needed to go back to the hospital, although I was still talking through each contraction. By that time I could not even walk and Mr. Banker had to help me out of the shower and dry me. I was trying to dress to go back to the hospital when I had the urge to throw up. I sat on the toilet and intended to throw up in a bucked so I wouldn't pee on myself, but the sudden urge to push overtook me. As I reached down I felt my baby's head and knew it was time. I screamed for Mr. Banker, who called 9-1-1, and delivered our son on his own, with just the telephone assistance of the emergency operator. He did an amazing job.
The firefighters and paramedics arrived 15 minutes after Xavier's birth and we were transported to the hospital. We were both healthy and all was well.
As for now, I love being a mother. There is no other love like this. I can't describe the feeling. It's wonderful, even with the sleep deprivation and feeling like his own personal dairy bar at times.
Mr. Banker and I have been off of work together for these first weeks and we're doing great. Promise to try to write again soon.