J's Arrival...3 years ago

As a second birthing experience is coming my way, I can't help but think back to my very first birthing experience with J. The most memorable part of that day was hearing his first cry and being filled with so much emotion: immense happiness, relief, pride, etc. Dave and I vividly remember Dr. Risinger holding him high in the air seconds after he was born and asking Dave to tell everyone who she was holding. Dave proudly announced our boy's full name. The operating room, filled nurses, doctors, med students, etc. clapped & cheered for our brand new baby! Dave then scooted over to watch them check out our newborn.



I remember asking for J's apgar score and inquiring about why he got a 9 instead of a 10. :) Only a few minutes passed before they moved me to the recovery room, and I got to nurse my precious baby boy for the very first time. Then, it was time for us to introduce J to his aunts, uncles, and grandparents. They gathered around us in the recovery room (thanks to a sweet nurse who sorta bent the hospital rules to make this happen), and we proudly showed him off to those who love him most.






All of this was such a sweet ending to what was a stressful morning as we found out moments before inducing labor that J was breech. A c-section was inevitably part of my future at that time. However, I could not have asked for sweeter memories than I have of that day.

Look at those little legs. He had been sitting in the womb like a little frog, and the nurses knew he was a breech baby without even asking.

We just thought we were exhausted at this point! We had no idea how tired we would be just weeks later.