The most special of days...

So continuing on with my tradition of telling the birthday stories on my kids' actual birthdays, here is one more.

We had picked the date to be induced because of Paul’s lack of work schedule and I didn’t want to do it alone. We picked the 21st of July. Why? Because my due date was the 24th. And also…7 x 3 = 21. This baby was going to be our 3rd and was being born in the 7th month of the year. Cool right? Yeah, I know you’re jealous over my immense skills (HAHA!). So anyways on the 20th of July, I was swollen all over. My feet looked like big fat sausages. It hurt to walk. But I was busy getting ready for the next day when our family would add a baby to the mix. My mom had come up so she could stay with the girls (Shayne and Stormy) and we were all just getting stuff done around the house. That night (early, EARLY on the 21st) like at 3:45AM I was up in the kitchen, rocking, swaying, sitting on my exercise ball to try to ease the tension. My mom, was sleeping on the couch heard me and called out “You okay?” I responded with “No. I am hurting.” I was having contractions. Nothing too steady but they hurt. So around 5 or so I get Paul up and we get showered and ready. I was supposed to be at the hospital at 7AM. I call the Dr at 6AM and tell them we are coming in early. I also called my best friend because I had invited her to join me and Paul in the delivery room. She said, “I told you this would happen.” She knew I would go into labor that night. So we get to the hospital at 6:30AM. No one checked me until Dr. M got there at 9AM. My contractions were 6 minutes apart and we (me) were dilated to 6cm. Again, the contractions were painful but bearable. And then Dr. M broke my water. I asked for the epidural right after that because…well because. Contractions hurt before water breakage…nothing compared to as bad as they hurt once that cushion is gone. So the epidural was done by around 10ish or so. We started pushing at 11:06AM and my little baby was born at 11:24AM.
My sweet little boy. My surprise from above. Connor Wyatt. He was born with his left hand up by his face. He started peeing when they put him in the warmer. So round and perfect. He weighed 6lbs. 15 oz. and was 19” long.
We all were crying. Paul, me and Katie.

And how did the girls behave? Shayne (3 ½ years old) said “I hold my baby me!!!” And Stormy (17 months old) tried to sit on him.

Here are a few pictures that I thought I would share...

Yes--this is moments after he was born. As I stated,he really did come out with his hand on top of his head. Thanks little buddy for making it that much harder! Totally worth it though, don't you agree?

Our first family photo. My mom took the girls with her for one week after this picture. It was the hardest week ever for me. Not because of a new baby. Because I was missing two of my other babies!

And then my sweet boy turned one. His theme was trains...it was really cute! And then the ornery little guy turned two and set sail with his pirate theme.

And before we knew it terrible threes were here. Threes are way worse than two. And his theme for his third birthday was construction/heavy equipment.

Seriously. I don't know how the time has gone by without me knowing it. My little boy is 4 today. He is full of fun and adventure and naughty and cuteness and...I love him. I can't even tell you how much I love him. It is different than the girls yet the same. It's hard to explain. He is my boy. Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful surprise those short 4 years ago. I don't know what I would do without him.

To Connor Wyatt:

I love you bubba. Big as the moon. Far as the stars and more. Forever.