RIDER'S BIRTH DAY - Part 1

If you have the time to read this post, I suggest you get comfy, put on your glasses and pull out the tissue box. Here is Rider's birth story:

(for simplification matters... BM is Riders' Birth Mom... ha ha, very funny - I'm well aware what BM stands for in the medical field but just get over it ok cuz it will make this story a lot easier to type.)  :)

3:45 am after weeks of sleeping with my phone in hand, showering every day, and ensuring that the house was spotless... we got THE CALL. Of course it was the second day I'd gone without a shower and the house wasn't spotless. Laundry was piled, dishes dirty and most of all I was doing it all on purpose to tempt fate. And it worked. Ha! The minute I heard the phone ring I knew it was BM - Kday and I both jumped up as I answered it. A calm, collected "Good Morning" were her exact words. I said, "Are you OK? Are you in labor?" She told me she had just arrived at the hospital and when I asked her how she got there her answer was interrupted by a contraction that took her breath away. "Never mind... We're on our way... see you soon."

Wow, I couldn't believe it was finally here. I took the worlds fastest shower while Kday called his mom to come stay the night with Buca. Thank goodness I had set aside the outfits we planned to wear because I'm sure clothing shenanigans at 4am wouldn't have gone over well with Kday.

4:15 am Dressed, hair done and bags waiting by the door we nervously drove away in the dark of the night knowing that the next time we got in our car we will have met our son for the first time. Kday and I nervously conversed about what to expect. I'm certain I haven't had butterflies in my stomach so acutely since walking into the hospital to meet Layla.

4:45 am I nervously fidget with the nu-nu softy I had just purchased two days earlier to give to the baby, as we waited for the security guard to check our names on the admittance list in the ER. He asks who we are and how we're related to the patient..... in unison Kday and I look at each other and say "We're the adoptive parents." Walking up to the L&D room felt like a million miles long as if we were moving in slow motion. Suite 4. It wasn't 7 or 9 but it would do for now :)

It was a little awkward to say the least as Kday and I nervously sat down in the corner and tried to stay out of the way and not say the wrong things. BM was already in the zone and naturally breathing through the contractions, so conversation was mostly whispers between Kday and I. Really, not much was said between any of us. I don't think any of us knew what to say in those moments, and the quiet sound of baby boy's heart beat was the perfect calming background noise.

5:20 am A cup of ice chips later and BM asked the nurse for an epidural. The nurse said "Sure, let me just check you real quick so I can notify anesthesia." Two seconds later the nurse regretfully said, "sweetheart, I'm sorry but you're not going to have time for an epidural... Please DON"T PUSH!" And she ran out of the room shouting through the halls for the MD be notified and for nursery to get to Suite 4 stat.

5:30 am Kday gave BM a blessing as the chaos and pain were increasing too rapidly to handle and she needed Kday's strong priesthood presence to calm the mood. A blessing that was interrupted by a Dr waltzing in with untied shoelaces and muffed up hair. Clearly just awoken and hurried to the hospital he checked BM and said, "Ya two pushes and this little baby will be here."

TO BE CONTINUED.....