The birth story! I'd better get this down while I still remember it! I'd blanked that I should until now, and it takes definite precedence over catching up on the other stuffs.
Mr. Gavin made his earthly debut July 7, 2015.
With all of our other children, we were able to come up with a name fairly easily. It took forever on this one. Jacob and I finally came to an agreement a few weeks before the birth.
Coming up on the end, it was clear that this baby was going to be as big as the others. It's hard to carry these huge children! Dr. Pierce had a vacation planned the weekend after my due date. He gave me a few options: go in and have labor started with a little bit of pitocin to see if my body would kick it into gear, let the baby come when it comes to whomever was on call, or wait until he got back to get moving with the labor if the baby hadn't already come. Well, I was NOT going to wait another week knowing this was likely another ten pounder. Plus, I wanted MY doctor. He knows me and what my body can do. After three successful VBAC's with Dr. Pierce, I wanted him close by. He told me that if it were his wife, he'd try getting labor started. If it didn't work, we'd go from there.
Gavin held off, even though I'd had some pretty good contractions during the week. I wasn't progressing, so we were ready to go in on that very early Tuesday morning to get admitted and started on the pitocin. My mother stayed with us the night before since we needed to be at Baylor Hospital in McKinney at 5:00 am. We were quickly admitted and settled in.
What a boring bunch of hours. There wasn't much going on, so Jake and I tried to get some rest in between the medical stuff. The nurses were awesome, but the time crept along at a ridiculously slow pace. The nurses had to keep coming in to adjust the fetal monitor since you have to have one with piton and it kept falling off, or Gavin would move away from it. Finally things started to progress in the later afternoon, and they got my epidural established and my water broken. The pain eased up, and we were in business with things moving faster.
As four o'clock neared, it was time. Dr. Pierce coached me through, and a few pushes later, Gavin was born.
The put the little (big) guy on my chest. I was so happy he was finally here. He weighed in at 10 lbs. 9 oz., just like his big brother did. He looked and, so far (7 weeks later), looks a lot like his daddy. Gavin's siblings and Grandma Lori came to see us the next day. The kids are in love with their little brother. It's awesome to see and makes my heart just about burst. My fabulous five.
Okay. As irritated as I was with all the ridiculous commentary I got from some people, in all fairness, I was huge. That makes them ten percent less irritating.
Lil' Buddy.
Grammy and Gavvy:
My cup runneth o'er:
Daddy and Gavin's newborn mugs:
