And just like that, a week has passed since this little boy in blue joined our family.
Meet Emmett James rolling in at a hefty 9 lbs. 10 oz.
I signed up to be induced the day after my due date. It was pretty much the exact opposite approach I had with my other two pregnancies, but I was just so done being pregnant. My ribs and back had been in constant pain for a few weeks (which I now know was due to his mammoth size), and I had been having steady contractions for several days leading up to his due date. I waited it out just past 41 weeks with the other two, only to see an induction date, so this time around I didn't see any sense in waiting another week to be induced.
God was merciful and I showed up for my induction already in early labor which is exactly what happened with Judah. I was so, so thankful. And after a week of contractions being 5-12 minutes apart I decided I just wasn't going to deal with them anymore, so I opted for an early epidural.
And then I slept all day.
It was so perfectly restful.
Brian and I worked on nailing down names in between my naps. This whole pregnancy we've both leaned towards the thought that we were having a girl which may be because our girl name had always been set while we struggled to truly land on a boys name. It's easier to picture having a girl when you've had your heart set on her name for months. But as we were settling into our hospital room, I told Brian I really thought it was going to be a boy.
The morning seemed to fly by, and our nurse assured us around noon that we would have a baby in our arms by 2 p.m at the very latest. Unknown to her, I never fully dilate to a 10. I never have. And the problem with moving often and having to change OB's (this was my 4th), is that they've all tried to wait it out.
I suppose it's not really a problem per se, maybe just more of an inconvenience. Anyway,... we waited until 4:30ish rolled around and Brian headed out to tell the doctor I was done and we needed to get this show on the road.
How I love that man.
And with four medical staff working very hard and three contractions later, we had a baby boy in our arms.
He was a hefty little guy and his shoulders caused a bit of a problem during delivery. I now fully understand why some doctors say some babies are too big to be born naturally. Emmett was almost that baby. I asked the nurse what their next plan was if they couldn't get him out and she said she honestly wasn't sure, but it probably would have been surgery. She said it was the worst stuck shoulder she's ever seen. Lovely. I'm so glad we didn't hit that 41 week mark with this already big babe.
We had Rori and Judah come meet their little brother later that night. Rori came in and of course guessed she had a new baby sister. It was all she could do to hold back the tears when I told her Emmett was a boy, But she held them back and asked to hold him, and I was so proud of her. Judah on the other hand was so distracted by the hospital room, I'm not sure he even noticed that there was a baby in the room despite our efforts. And we got no pictures of the event because we had our camera on video instead.
So we just went ahead and pretended Emmett was a first born and snapped a half family photo before we left the hospital. Lucky little third born. ;)
Emmett's first week as part of the family has been a bit on the bumpy side. Judah and Rori have been sick ever since he came home, and Brian had to slip out in the mean time for a quick work trip for a day and a half. Thankfully we've had family in town to help because two sick kids and a newborn is no joke.
But sweet Emmett, we are so glad you're here.
Welcome to the family, Bud.