Mom Life, Parenting, The Momming Journey

June 27

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Just a few hours old… 7 years ago
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Hanging out with Auntie 3 days before the big day!

He did it!  Noah has made his 7th trip around the sun!  It’s crazy to think of how fast time has flown since my first little one entered our world.  And it seems as though this is the first year that he actually remembered when it was and was looking forward to it.  He’d get up every day almost two weeks out and announce how many days it was until his birthday.  He was just so excited!  And I figured that at 7 years old, it would be a good time to tell Noah all about his birth story.

I was due on June 25 and had made a 40 week appointment for that morning.  When I went into the OB-GYN’s office, I got checked and was told that I had made no progress (no dilation, no effacement, no nothing).  The midwife asked me if I was interested in possibly being induced.  Of course, I had no experience in childbirth and because I just wanted to meet my baby, I said yes.  We scheduled the induction for the following Tuesday (the 29th).  I left and went to the mall thinking that I could walk enough to help get the process started.  By the time my husband, mother, and I got back to our apartment, I started feeling uncomfortable, almost as if I was starting my period.  I continued to do a lot of walking; I walked around the apartment, I walked the dog more times, I’m sure, than she appreciated, and I walked up and down the apartment complex stairs.  By that evening, I was sure I was having contractions, but they were so irregular that I didn’t think much about it.

Around 1am the next morning, I woke my husband up thinking it was time as the contractions were more painful.  However, by the time I got a nurse on the phone, the contractions all but ceased and I was able to go back to bed.  The next day (June 26) I had irregular contractions all day long that were more annoying than painful.  However by that evening, the contractions had become a little more regular and painful which prompted me to start timing them.  Around 2 am, I woke up with the contractions being about 5 minutes apart.  After talking to the nurse on call, I woke my husband and mother up and announced that it was time to get to the hospital.   We arrived shortly after 3 and I made it without drugs for about an hour before I gave in.  After being checked and found out that I was 4 cm dilated, I got admitted and taken to my room.  I was so excited I could hardly sleep, although the nurse told me to try repeatedly.  I remember watching tons of old “Family Matters” episode and resented my family for bringing their breakfast into my room.  I hadn’t eaten in hours and what I did eat had come up shortly after getting my epidural.  I was starving, tired, and numb… and I was bored!  Labor was so boring!  I progressed nicely over the next few hours until about 2pm when I got to a standstill.  The midwife was concerned that I wasn’t progressing as much I should’ve been and mentioned the possibility of a C-section if things don’t get going soon.  I didn’t understand why I was being rushed to have this baby; he wasn’t in distress and neither was I.  Around 4:00 they turned me to my side to see if that would help and it must’ve because by 4:50ish, I was ready to push.  At 5:05 pm, Noah Robert Davis was born and became the best, most time consuming, most nerve wrecking, most awesome blessing to our young family.  He was a calm, chill baby, never really crying unless he needed something.  And whenever I think about his birth, I always remember thinking “wow, that’s all there is to him?  Where’s the rest of him?”  For some reason, I thought he’d be a little bigger… but he was so tiny!

Noah is still the runt in many situations.  He was the smallest boy in his class, two years running and measures smaller than his sister when he was her age.  He has his challenges and as time continues to pass by, he becomes more aware of those challenges.  There was a time when I didn’t look forward to his birthday, as it served as a reminder of how far he was falling behind his peers with his speech.  But now that he’s 7, and he is more aware, it has become easier to help him through his difficulties.  Sure, there are times when he is outright stubborn and will try to cry his way of doing things that he doesn’t want to do, but all in all, he is a good kid who has been through a lot and has come a long way!  My husband and I are so proud of him and the young man he is growing into.  It was fitting that he was born on his great grandfather’s birthday- both endured a lot and still found a way to persevere through it all.  He has his father’s patience, his grandfather’s comedic relief, and his great grandfather’s spirit.

Though he walks in footsteps of giants, he still sows his own unique path.  Happy birthday, my son.  May each and every day of each and every year be a chance for you to grow and glow.

He did it!  Noah has made his 7th trip around the sun!  It’s crazy to think of how fast time has flown since my first little one entered our world.  And it seems as though this is the first year that he actually remembered when it was and was looking forward to it.  He’d get up every day almost two weeks out and announce how many days it was until his birthday.  He was just so excited!  And I figured that at 7 years old, it would be a good time to tell Noah all about his birth story.

I was due on June 25 and had made a 40 week appointment for that morning.  When I went into the OB-GYN’s office, I got checked and was told that I had made no progress (no dilation, no effacement, no nothing).  The midwife asked me if I was interested in possibly being induced.  Of course, I had no experience in childbirth and because I just wanted to meet my baby, I said yes.  We scheduled the induction for the following Tuesday (the 29th).  I left and went to the mall thinking that I could walk enough to help get the process started.  By the time my husband, mother, and I got back to our apartment, I started feeling uncomfortable, almost as if I was starting my period.  I continued to do a lot of walking; I walked around the apartment, I walked the dog more times, I’m sure, than she appreciated, and I walked up and down the apartment complex stairs.  By that evening, I was sure I was having contractions, but they were so irregular that I didn’t think much about it.

Around 1am the next morning, I woke my husband up thinking it was time as the contractions were more painful.  However, by the time I got a nurse on the phone, the contractions all but ceased and I was able to go back to bed.  The next day (June 26) I had irregular contractions all day long that were more annoying than painful.  However by that evening, the contractions had become a little more regular and painful which prompted me to start timing them.  Around 2 am, I woke up with the contractions being about 5 minutes apart.  After talking to the nurse on call, I woke my husband and mother up and announced that it was time to get to the hospital.   We arrived shortly after 3 and I made it without drugs for about an hour before I gave in.  After being checked and found out that I was 4 cm dilated, I got admitted and taken to my room.  I was so excited I could hardly sleep, although the nurse told me to try repeatedly.  I remember watching tons of old “Family Matters” episode and resented my family for bringing their breakfast into my room.  I hadn’t eaten in hours and what I did eat had come up shortly after getting my epidural.  I was starving, tired, and numb… and I was bored!  Labor was so boring!  I progressed nicely over the next few hours until about 2pm when I got to a standstill.  The midwife was concerned that I wasn’t progressing as much I should’ve been and mentioned the possibility of a C-section if things don’t get going soon.  I didn’t understand why I was being rushed to have this baby; he wasn’t in distress and neither was I.  Around 4:00 they turned me to my side to see if that would help and it must’ve because by 4:50ish, I was ready to push.  At 5:05 pm, Noah Robert Davis was born and became the best, most time consuming, most nerve wrecking, most awesome blessing to our young family.  He was a calm, chill baby, never really crying unless he needed something.  And whenever I think about his birth, I always remember thinking “wow, that’s all there is to him?  Where’s the rest of him?”  For some reason, I thought he’d be a little bigger… but he was so tiny!

Noah is still the runt in many situations.  He was the smallest boy in his class, two years running and measures smaller than his sister when he was her age.  He has his challenges and as time continues to pass by, he becomes more aware of those challenges.  There was a time when I didn’t look forward to his birthday, as it served as a reminder of how far he was falling behind his peers with his speech.  But now that he’s 7, and he is more aware, it has become easier to help him through his difficulties.  Sure, there are times when he is outright stubborn and will try to cry his way of doing things that he doesn’t want to do, but all in all, he is a good kid who has been through a lot and has come a long way!  My husband and I are so proud of him and the young man he is growing into.  It was fitting that he was born on his great grandfather’s birthday- both endured a lot and still found a way to persevere through it all.  He has his father’s patience, his grandfather’s comedic relief, and his great grandfather’s spirit. Though he walks in footsteps of giants, he still sows his own unique path.

Happy birthday, my son.  May each and every day of each and every year be a chance for you to grow and glow.

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