October 12, 2013

Judah Remington Meagher

Meet Judah:

Arriving ever so late and yet just in the nick of time. As grace and mercy would have it I went into labor Thursday night - I was scheduled to be induced 5:30 in the am on Friday. I didn't quite believe I was in labor and desperately didn't want to get my hopes up. I enjoyed my 2 am bathtub and popcicle treatment deciding, if nothing else, I got my wish of enduring labor how I would have preferred, even if the morning brought on an induction. 

Turns out the 5:30 timeline perfectly matched the time I should have headed to the hospital given a real labor. We arrived and after a half hour of standing at the counter pretending I wasn't having contractions - we finally got checked in. It might sound stupid, but I was almost turned away twice with Rori, and there was no way I was showing up for an induction stating that I was in labor only to be misinformed and probably well laughed at. 

Needless to say, after several very confused nurses, they finally came to the assumption that I was, in fact, in labor and well along in the process. Kindly they decided to just let me ride it out sans the drugs. 

And sans drugs it was indeed. I chose to go a-la-natural this time. NOT a decision I plan on going with in the future, but I'm happy I know which birthing experience I prefer. In the end, the little guy made it which is all that matters. Weighing in at 8 pounds 14 oz. and 21 1/2 inches long, Judah arrived just after the noon hour. 

We did indeed find a name - about a week and a half ago. Neither of us can answer where Judah or Remington came from. They just popped out of thin air and went together I guess. There was one moment when Brian looked up the meaning of Judah, (after I incessantly implored him to consider the name for two days straight) and finding it meant "praise" or "thanksgiving" it was sort of a deciding point for him. Rori's version of Judah kind of melted our hearts, so that could have had something to do with it too. Either way, Judah Remington Meagher it is.(Our last name, Meagher, being pronounced MAR for those who don't live in my audible world). 

As you can see, we're already pros at family pictures. We're pretty much pros at letting Rori poke his eyes out and shove dirty pacifiers in his mouth too. She's picked up the big sister role perfectly. She's quite concerned about his "owie" of an umbilical cord - even had to lift her shirt up just to make sure she didn't have that kind of mess going on in her own belly button. 

And so it is now - life with two...more beauty added into the journey.

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