It was early in the morning on Sunday, April 14th, and I had given my mom lots of warnings throughout the night that I was planning my big debut that day. My dad had spent his spring break getting ready for me to come home, so they were ready for this moment. Their bags were packed and they were excited about meeting me face to face!
Once we finally got admitted and checked into our labor & delivery room, I threw everyone for a loop! The nurse who was monitoring my heart rate had just finished saying how wonderfully everything was going, when suddenly a big contraction hit and my heart rate plummeted! A lot of concerned doctors and nurses came into the room, and when they saw that I continued to be in distress, they rushed mom away to have an emergency c-section and rushed my dad away to get into scrubs. Mom and dad said it was the scariest moment of their entire lives and that they were really worried about me! But by the time we were ready for surgery, I had begun to stabilize and my heart rate was much closer to normal, so everyone was pretty sure I would be alright. I was born at 12:58 in the afternoon, and the doctor discovered that I had wrapped myself in my umbilical cord so many times, it had gotten pinched during mom's contraction!
Dad got to cut my pesky bungee umbilical cord. He says I am not allowed to create any more drama for the rest of my life!
I came out yelling to let mom and dad know I was okay right away. Dad says I came out looking like a prize fighter, but I only weighed 5 lbs 12.8 oz.
Since mom was still getting stitched up, dad got to hold me first after I was born.
But eventually mom got to hold me, too. She was so happy to see me!
Since my dramatic entrance, things have calmed down quite a bit and we've had some good times at the hospital. My favorite part is that I get to be wrapped like a burrito 24 hours a day.
Dad changed my diaper, and neglected to tell me it was the very first time he'd ever changed a diaper before! I would have sent him to some other kid's room for practice first.
But we made up afterwards. I love that guy!
Mom gave me my first manicure after I accidentally scratched myself on the cheek. Note to self: manicures are nice - schedule them often in the future.
By our second day at the hospital, my fan club began to arrive. Our first visitor was Nana, who flew all the way from Fort Worth, TX! She wanted to sleep on a hard, uncomfortable cot in the hospital room so she could hear me cry during the night. That seems a little crazy to me, but she's a great cuddler and I love her already.
Our friend Cynthia was my second visitor. She had taken the best photos of me and my parents a few weeks ago, and we forgot to take her picture when she came to visit me! Sorry Cynthia!
Next, Paul and Ann stopped by. Paul works with my dad and they have a son named Eli who is going to be one of my buddies when I'm ready to play with other kids.
Our friends Chris and Judy and their sons Ian and Jon also visited us. Those boys were super energetic and fun to watch!
Before we knew it, it was time to leave the hospital and go home. I'm not going to lie, I was a little upset at first.
But I calmed down pretty quickly and was ready to start my next big adventure!