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Weight: 7.1 lbs
Length: 19 inches
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Finally, he is here!!!
I have been meaning to write this post for 3 weeks but have been so busy I just am getting around to doing it now. Who knew that babies are so much work??! I had no idea...
Jackson Cody Law made his grand debut at exactly 39 weeks old. He came into this world a lovely little bundle of joy for all of us on Sunday March 8th at 3:13 in the afternoon and we've never been happier to get such a pleasant surprise.
Helloooooo BABY (I am so glad you have a real birthday now, not a scheduled one)!
Birth Story:
In a nutshell, we went out for a luxurious "last supper as kid-free people" on the Saturday before he arrived. We ate a lot of really rich exotic foods and hung out in the restaurant for three hours...it was really a treat and I am SO glad we went out for that dinner, because it will most likely be awhile before we ever do that again.
By the time we got home from the restaurant I was feeling really crampy and wired. We went right to bed around 11 pm and I laid there awake til about 2:30 with what felt like possible mild contractions and him moving all over the place and stretching out inside of me. I considered about a half dozen times calling the doctor but I really didn't want to have to wake someone up at 3 am only for them to grumpily tell me it was false labor and send me home.
So instead I took some Tylenol and tried to sleep. In the morning I woke feeling better but still kind of off. My stomach was upset (big surprise, again, haha) and the contractions kept coming. We were watching a movie and in the middle of it I decided enough was enough and took a bath. My thoughts were, if the bath made the contractions stop and I relaxed, I would get back on the couch and rest, and if not - we'd call the doctor. Bet you can guess what happened?
So, we called the doctor and of course they said to get to the hospital asap. So we got dressed and grabbed the hospital bag just in case...but we were positive we'd be going home that day sans baby.
Once there I was hooked up to a monitor and we were left to watch the contractions come and go by ourselves for about an hour. It was really nice to lay in bed and have no distractions, the ob floor was so quiet.. The nurses seemed happy to have someone come in and pay attention to, because there were literally NO other patients on the floor. We had the whole place to ourselves. Finally, the doctor came in and watched the monitor. The contractions were about 15-20 minutes apart. "Well, let's do it today," he said, very nonchalantly. I was like, "you mean, the c-section??!" Yes, he meant get the baby out, Laura...duuuuh. Basically they wanted to make sure I didn't go into full-blown labor because baby boy was breech, and it would be an emergency c-section if that happened.
So he did. It all happened so fast, it was such a whirlwind. Within an hour and a half Cody was dressed in scrubs and I was in the OR (trembling and sweating all over the place), and simple as that, they got that baby outta me. All in all the surgery took probably a half an hour I think? And I'm counting them trying to get the spinal in my back, which took a handful of tries and was kind of painful. The pressure in my abdomen as my guts were moved all around (sorry for the graphic mental picture but it's true) was really weird and uncomfortable, and I think the most pain I felt was oddly in my right shoulder. It felt like I was having muscle spasms and hurt really bad during and after the surgery.
But boy, oh boy, our baby was out! Thank God. And he is perfect, and beautiful, and the cutest thing I've ever seen. He got perfect APGAR scores, and hearing him cry for the first time was unreal. That was OUR baby crying, I realized upon hearing it. Finally he felt like a reality instead of this weird idea in my head.
The feeling of relief and joy knowing that he had made his way into the world, healthy and squirming around was literally the best feeling ever. I cried tears of joy laying on the OR table all by myself in front of a bunch of strangers (they whisked Cody and the baby to the recovery room pretty quickly), and I didn't even care. It just felt so good.
So all in all, I have to say baby Jackson's birthday was the best day of my life. It was kind of a blur due to all the excitement going on, plus the pain meds I was on didn't help...but I just recall feeling like it was the best day ever and going to sleep that night with Cody on one side of me in his fold-up cot and the baby on the other in his little plastic bassinet I felt like nothing else in the world mattered.
