Well, today was to be the big day. The doctor and the ultrasounds kept telling us that February 13 would be the big day for my arrival. My parents had been doing a great job to get everything ready--from my room, to the car seats in the car, even to having diapers and wipes ready ahead of time.
But, little did anyone know that I had other plans. For many weeks I had heard my daddy pray that God would send our little son when the time was right. Well, the right time wasn't February 13. The right day turned out to be Monday, February 4.
Let me tell you about the day--it was very long, but I will try to keep it short, my fingers still get tired from all of this typing stuff. Around 1:00 AM or so, my mommy started feeling "weird", that's how she described it. She was hurting, but not in a true labor kind of way. My mommy and daddy timed the pains and they were not very regular. And, as my mommy moved around the house, the pains got better.
My parents decided that mommy would go on to work, as would daddy. There really wasn't anything to worry about--it didn't appear to be anything serious going on, more than likely it was false labor. Well, by the time my mommy got to school, she knew she had made a mistake about going to work. She quickly began getting everything ready, so she could come on back home. Daddy was going to meet her there and then watch to see what was happening. Well, daddy and mommy never made it back home. Mommy's water broke and the school nurse said that she couldn't drive herself home. So, a teacher volunteered to take mommy to the hospital. Daddy left work, called the doctor's office to let them know what was happening, and mommy was on her way with me to the hospitial.
Mommy and I arrived at the hospital around 9:00 AM. Things began to move pretty quickly. Daddy started making phone calls. Nurses were all around. There were machines, and lights, and new sounds for me. Before long, mommy was getting an IV, medicine, and the doctor even came to check on us. My mommy was a real trooper. She did so good and put up with so much pain. All I kept hearing daddy say was "push." Not sure what that meant, but every time he said those words, I felt mommy in more pain.
Well, the process wasn't quick, but at 3:43 PM, I arrived in the world--my daddy says I was just about perfect from the first moment I arrived. He'll have to show you some pictures and let you decide whether or not I was as perfect as he says.
We are home from the hospital now. More than likely, I'll blog more now and keep you up to date on what's going on. We'll probably also add some new pictures of me to the blog as well, and you can see more of me, at least more than the ultrasound that has been on here for so long.
Thanks for all of your prayers. They really got us through it all!
Love,
Evan