Life is Fun...

The arrival of this kid has been in the making for f-o-r-e-v-e-r!

I starting having contractions at 31 weeks. That is when I started to panic. AND when my body put me on partial bed rest. No doctors orders, but my body just wouldn't move!

Poor Stephen.

He has been Mom and Dad for a couple of months now.

I had my weekly appointment on Thurday, the 21st. Walking into that appointment, I told everyone that I now had to wait to have this baby until Saturday. Maycee had her very first music recital on Friday evening, so Junior was going to have to wait. My mom came on Thursday evening for Maycee's recital the next day.

Friday morning started at 4am, as I woke up with an upset stomach and could not go back to sleep. At 5am the contractions started. As excited and ready for this kid to come as I was, I started to cry. I really did not want to miss Maycee's big event. The contractions kept coming until about 7am. They petered off and so I thought I was good to go. Stephen went to work and I started to think that maybe I would be attending Maycee's recital....

Stephen was at work for about 45 minutes before I texted him at 9:49 am, "I'm ready...you should come home."

To give a small background on my history of "baby having"...I have those kids fast. Seriously. Fast. With contractions that aren't really consistent. When we moved out to Middleton and then got pregnant, my first question to my midwife, Georgianna, was, "When do I come to the hospital?" Her answer is what makes me love my midwife. She is a devout, Christian woman. "Kami, you can call it the Spirit or the Earth speaking to you, but just listen. You will know when you need to come."

Even though I am also a woman of faith, sometimes I find myself lacking. So my reply was..."OK, so when do I come?" Georgianna would laugh at me.

Anyway...we were on the road by 10:30 am headed to the hopital that was 45 minutes to an hour away, depending on traffic. After being in the car, my contractions became fairly consistant at about 9 minutes apart. Therefore, I didn't call Georgianna. I figured I wasn't close enough to give her a call. We got to the hospital around 11:30 and my contractions were about 7 minutes apart. I still did not want to walk into the hospital yet...so Stephen and I took a walk around parking garage...very slowly because I was still large and wobbling. After one look we entered the hospital doors.

As I entered those doors a feeling of change came over me. We were ready.

When we were finally checked in, they put me in a room to check and see if I was in labor. Then they said that they would call Georgianna. I sat in that room for about 20-30 minutes. That was a nerve-wracking 20 minutes. Our room was closed with a curtain. Behind the curtain was a sliding glass door. I was constantly watching beneath the curtain to see through the sliding glass door. I was very impatiently waiting for someone to come and check on us.

Well.

Finally someone stopped in front of the door.

All I could see were the boots.

Very clunky, heavy, work boots. Nothing feminine...

Two seconds later a man entered. I love my midwife...and all of her female workers. This man introduced himself and said that he was an EMT. He was doing rounds in the hospital to train on child birth. Ummmm.....this was not was I was expecting and was a little caught off gaurd. I could tell that Stephen was also a little squeamish about this new turn of events.

The EMT took my vitals when another nurse walked in to check and see how far along I was. She was flirting shamelessly with this EMT...seriously this whole thing was awkward.

As soon as the nurse checked me, things went quick. They pronounced me about to give birth. She said that I was only dialated to a 4 maybe a 5, but that I was "very soft". In child birth terms this kid could come at any moment.

Georgianna was called and they checked my in to a labor and delivery room. Fifteen minutes later, Georgianna came running into my room to ask, "Are you still pregnant?" She also knows my history! ;) She has delivered all of my babies. Seeing that I was still pregnant, she went to get set up for the big event. Georgianna rolled her stuff into my room and again checked me, and then accidently broke my water. THEN he was really coming.

Easton James Post arrived at 1:09pm weighing in at 7 lbs 15 oz and 20 inches long.

It amazes me how every baby that I have is still a miracle! And every baby feels like such a blessing. I am SO thankful to my Heavenly Father for giving me my new little gift.

That night, Maycee had her first music recital. I was really sad to miss it. I learned a very difficult parenting lesson. Sometimes you have to choose....

Check out this proud, big sister grin. I love it.

And Cooper...love it.

And Ollie messing with my bed. Of course.

Easton was named after my Mom's dad, James Williams. He was an amazing man, and I really hope that Easton can have a piece of my grandpa with him as he grows.