The night before Mallory was born, my friend Krista and her boyfriend came over and we enjoyed an evening together, dancing around the living room, trying to get the baby to come out. Sure enough, the next day Mallory arrived. Since then, Krista has moved to Kalispell, so we don't get to see one another much. It just so happened that she was coming to town the 9th of October, so our plan was to reenact the weekend and try to get a baby out. From the beginning of this pregnancy, we had talked about how cool it would be to have our baby on 10-10-10. I wanted Mallory to be born on 06-07-08, but she decided to come one day late, so I just figured that was my luck and there was no way I would get what I wanted this time. Well, once I decided that it wasn't going to happen, it happened! Krista came to town, we danced, enjoyed each others company, had a wonderful evening and sure enough, I went into labor! On top of all of this, my doctor had left town on the 8th as well as my dad. Two people I would have liked to have had in town when I delivered were both gone. Never fails, once they leave, the action starts!
We arrived at the hospital about 9 in the morning, only to find out that I was only at about 2cm. I figured this baby would come quickly since it was the second, but boy was I wrong. After progressing to a 5, I got stuck for about 2 hours until the doctor broke my water. Once this happened, I managed to get to a 7 pretty quickly while relaxing in the jacuzzi tub. From there, it really wasn't too long before I finally reached a 9, unfortunately, I would stay there for another two hours. During this time, I could sense the worry in the room and although the doctor did express her concern, I could see it on her face. I didn't think this baby was ever coming out. They tried numerous positions, had me up and down out of bed, but nothing. He just wouldn't lower his head and get me to a 10. Finally the doctor told the nurses to put me back in the tub. She said that I seemed to do well in there, so we should give it another try. As I was walking to the tub, I had a very big contraction. Brent got me into the tub and I wasn't in there more than five minutes and knew it was time. Of course, everyone had stepped out of the room, so Brent is frantically yelling and pulling on the help cord trying to get someone to come in because I was going to start pushing! I was whisked out of the tub and sure enough it was go time. If only they would have had me stand up earlier! It was only a matter of minutes and we were introduced to our baby boy. Ethen John Michael was born at 8:13pm weighing 7lbs 14oz and measuring 20 1/2 inches. All ten fingers, ten toes and boy parts intact! We are so very blessed with this little bundle. He is awesome! His big sister loves him to pieces and was so excited when we called. All she kept doing was jumping up and down saying "the baby is here!" My mom brought her up that night so she could meet him. He definitely does not lack in the kisses and attention area. Sometimes he gets a little too much! :)
EJ is 2 months old today and growing every day! He is a chunk and loves to eat. He doesn't seem to complain too much, really only when he is hungry. Here are a few pictures of him, but if you would like to see more, hop on over to our other blog and check them out. www.amestoyphoto.com/blog
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