So here we are. It’s hard to believe that the nine months are over and we now have this awesome little guy as a part of our family.
Kristin woke up early Thursday morning noticing that her water had broken, but before she woke me up to tell me, she first fed the dogs and had some breakfast! Around 7am, she decided she should wake me up so we could go to the hospital. For some reason, I think it was because I was asleep, I reacted very calmly when she told me we needed to get going to the hospital. It’s not like the movies at all, really…which is sort of a let down!
We got our stuff packed up and said goodbye to the dogs and raced to the hospital. As we were driving, Kristin basically said “Okay, you need to hurry up and get us there.” I was obviously excited to use my hazard lights and drive like Jason Bourne, but much to my dismay no one else on the road seemed to even notice our “emergency” lights. I dropped Kristin off at the front, she went up and I parked and got our stuff.
This was all around 8am or so. Around 9am I think we finally decided to call everyone and tell them we were at the hospital. Here’s how the conversation went with my mom:
Me: Hey Mom, what are you doing?
Mom: Oh nothing honey, what’s up?
Me: Well, we’re here at the hospital getting ready to have the baby.
Mom: No you are not.
Me: Yes, we sure are.
That was basically par for the course with the rest of our family members. Basically it was a mix of shock and excitement for everyone involved. Kristin’s mom and dad got on the road to come see us and my parents, and grandmother, raced to the hospital as soon as they could.
They got there sometime that morning and were hanging out with us in the room when, around 1:15 or 1:30, the nurse said “Well, it’s time for you to have that baby.” Kristin and I were alone in the room and we were totally caught off guard by this. We were expecting her just to say “All is well,” but instead we find out we’re finally going to get to meet Baker! As the nurse went to get the doctor, I rushed to the waiting room to tell my parents and grandmother.
Of course, they totally freaked out and came back to the room with me to get their stuff and as they were leaving, the doctor came in! Kristin was a total champ during the whole process (the subject of women, labor, birth, strength, etc. is a great topic for another post). Again, labor and delivery are absolutely nothing like what you see on film or t.v. I was much more involved than I ever thought I would be, and I’m very thankful to God (and Kristin) for the experience. It’s a spiritually transcendent experience that is one of those few times in life when you are aware that you are experiencing the miraculous touch of God’s Hand.
Baker was born at 2:09pm, so the whole delivery only lasted about 20 minutes, which is awesome. There was another lady on our floor that was in delivery for 22 hours!
We only had to stay one night in the hospital, thank God Almighty. The night was pretty much sleepless due to the amount of nurses visits, uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, etc. Baker James got a clean bill of health and passed all of his tests so at around 3pm on Friday, we packed up and left.
Thank you to everyone for your well wishes and prayers for mother and child. (And for father too, but no one really ever talks about that!) Thanks for sharing in this awesome blessing with us. Honestly, I’m not trying to be cheesy here. There is literally no other way to describe what this is: It’s a miracle and blessing, and a deliberate act of God. He knew before Kristin and I ever met, that Baker would be our first.
How awesome is that?
Just so you know: Baker is Kristin’s grandmother’s maiden name, and James is my grandmother’s first name (her name is Jimmy Sue) and Kristin’s mom’s dad’s name.