When I was pregnant I really enjoyed the stories that got down to the nitty gritty. I mean nobody (except for my mother apparently) pushes a baby out with out experiencing some amount of trauma. Whether that trauma is simply labor pains (ain’t nothing simple about those!), trauma to your lady parts, surgery, or the trauma of many complications, every woman seems to endure some part of it! For those of you who are looking for that story continue past this paragraph.. For those of you who just want to see a brief overview and skip all the gory details, continue to the next paragraph but stop there. You won’t want to miss the pictures so scroll through (don’t worry, there’s nothing graphic!)
Greyson Leslie was born at 5:12 on the morning of November 25th. My BIG guy was 8lbs 8oz and 20.5 inches long. He also had a large head apparently, of which I can’t remember the measurements. You can call that selective memory, if you will haha. Mark and I were overwhelmed with love for each other and our son! We were so incredibly blessed by the team of nurses, patient care assistants and other medical professionals that helped him make is entrance! We had scores of visitors that day and though most of them were family they thought Greyson was cute too! It wasn’t just us, PTL! Silly I know, but just about every mama to be I have met (including myself) has expressed some small amount of fear that their baby will be ugly. Quite an unfounded fear, as no mother is going to be able to look at her baby and say that it is unfortunate looking! haha So that is the short story. He was born; he was cute; we loved him. The End!
The long version takes us back to November 24, 2012. At 4:57 I woke up thinking that my water had broken. I was having painless contractions every 3-7 minutes. I’d had painless contractions pretty frequently before but never in the morning. I didn’t know what to do so I did what any rational 24 year old would do: I called my mom. haha Before she even said “hello” to me, I heard her saying to my dad “Oh crap, we’re having a baby!” She told me to call my doctor (of course!) and then let them know if things continued to progress. I decided to jump in the shower while waiting for the OB to call back. My fear of calling the doctor was that they would want me to rush into the hospital if my water had broken because they want delivery to happen within 24 hrs. The doctor, however said that I was fine to labor at home as long as I felt comfortable. I called my parents back around 0800 and let them know our plan. They live about 4 hours away from us so they got on the road.