Owen's Birth Story

I've attempted to start on this sooner but one can't expect to get much done in the recovery days. :) So here is a run down of the events (if Owen doesn't awaken before I end this that is!). Monday I was having irregular contractions throughout the day (fizzzeled out by around dinner time) but again they weren't anything I could really say "this is it". But just in case baby was deciding on coming the next day I made cookies, an extra meal, bathed kids and did a couple of loads of laundry. Saw the midwife Monday afternoon and though things looked "favourable" she mentioned it could be next week before we see any baby, so I tried not to get my hopes up, though I figured since this was the first time I was feeling painful contractions baby was due to come soon (or within days). So the question is did I labour through the night? Heehee...well...keep reading :)

Went to bed not too late but not dreadfully early either :( and slept soundly till 3ish in the morning by a massive contraction that I couldn't do anything but groan, or moan (whichever word you prefer) realizing that this was much more painful than on Monday I thought that this might be the start. I tried laying down again after getting up for a wee while, but that didn't make the contractions go away and they were just as painful...soo, I told Jett to get up since this might be it. I wasn't completely sure myself, as I had contractions like this before and they fizzeled out (previous pregnancies) but for some reason my instinct must have been saying "THIS IS IT!" J asked if he could take a shower which I said yes to, figuring baby wasn't going to come that quick. We got ready to go and I felt as if the contractions were getting weaker and irregular but I still felt we should go in. I called the midwife unit and talked to her and she said to just come in. Sooo off we went... I was beginning to think things weren't going to happen until we got there and I had another really hard contraction. Got up to the unit and I fell in love with the midwife, she was so sweet, quiet and caring! I had fears about previous midwives I had seen that were on my team but obviously I had nothing to fear now. She checked me out and I figured I wasn't as far as I wanted to be (I was right). And so I held off of going into the birth pool for as long as I could. Knowing me I wanted it to be my last resort for pain relief. :) After maybe 45 minutes have no idea about time now, I decided to get in, Jett thought it was a bit early (lol) because as soon as I got in my contractions died down for a while. But it wasn't long and they came back with such force...yikes, don't really want to write more about that stage as it was the toughest part for me mentally. But it wasn't as if contractions were on top of each other like with Aaron they were steady just exceedingly fierce!! Anyways, it wasn't long again, and I was pushing baby out this time around I felt more in control rather than Aaron's birth! I even caught the baby which was something I mentally was thinking of doing previous to the onset of labour. Sooo...labour was from 3am-6:15am. At least all the meaningful labour was then, Monday probably was some sort of labour but nothing to really count as "this many hours" or so.

Anyways, it was probably my best labour and delivery, although the hardest mentally. But here are some pictures of a *very* newborn baby Owen...he wasn't even an hour old here.
Again...

I think he looks more like his sister...more Smith maybe?

And again.

And this was taken yesterday...sorry he was grimacing.

And that is all I have for now! Must run and pick the wee manny up. :)