Welcome to the World, Baby Boy!

The baby arrived – and he has a name – he’s no longer “the baby!” How exciting. Bowman Alexander Murray made his appearance at 12:51 am on Tuesday, June 23rd. He was a whopping 8 pounds 9 ounces (a big baby considering I’m a petite 5’2″ and not much over a hundred pounds pre-pregnancy) and was 21 inches long. Here are a few pics of our little guy. By the way, we’re calling him Bo.

Our sweet red-headed little boy - welcome to the world, Bo!

Our sweet red-headed little boy – welcome to the world, Bo!

Our little elfin boy in his pointy cap!

Our little elfin boy in his pointy cap!

This one is my favorite. Those little lips!

This one is my favorite. Those little lips!

I’ve been meaning to get our L&D story posted for a while now – but you know, it’s not like a newborn baby has been keeping me crazy busy or anything. Seriously though, this parenting stuff is hard work that is an around-the-clock job. This is the first time I’ve had a chance to even think about blogging (or even sitting at my computer for more than 10 minutes at a time since he’s been born).

If you follow the blog, you know that the last time I posted – I was well on my way to 10 months pregnant and so over it. Needless to say, Bo finally arrived 9 days past his due date. I’ve decided he was just taking his time and chubbing up in there – his baby rolls are fantastic!

On Sunday morning at 1:00 am I woke up feeling a bit crampy and sore in my lower abdomen. I’d read that early labor could start off that way and had a feeling that this may be “it.” All Sunday, I felt pretty uncomfortable, tired, and a bit nauseous. My parents invited us over for dinner to celebrate Father’s Day and after some initial hesitation, we decided to go. At this point, I worried that if we said no, my family would assume I was going into labor (which I was…) and make a big hubbub. That was the last thing I wanted. We went to my parents’ for dinner and made a pretty early exit around 8:30 pm.

Monday morning arrived and I was feeling some definite contractions – they were far apart and pretty weak though  (about 8 – 10 minutes apart). Regardless, I called my OB/GYN to check in. The response – “you’re just dehydrated, drink more water!” What??!! I was so frustrated – I wanted to scream, “BUT I’M 8 DAYS PAST MY DUE DATE AND BEEN HAVING CONTRACTIONS FOR OVER 24 HOURS NOW – ARE YOU SERIOUS??” Instead, I weakly agreed to drink more water.

And then I got off the phone and sobbed to Pat that this baby was never going to come. He’d just be stuck in there forever.

At 2:00 pm the same day, we went to the OB/GYN for my weekly check-up; they again confirmed that I was having contractions (about 7 minutes apart at this point), but sent me back on home and scheduled an induction two days later. I cried in the car again – trying to figure out how I was supposed to make it for at least 48 more hours going through these contractions.

We got home at 3:30 pm and Pat noticed that my water seemed to be breaking. I insisted it wasn’t (besides, my contractions were just dehydration, right??) and Pat insisted I called the OB/GYN back. I called back, they had me come BACK in, and then they sent me to the hospital for another test to see if it was indeed my water breaking or not.

{All I could think at this point in time was, “If they send me back home AGAIN and insist that I’m not contracting and that this isn’t my water breaking, I am going to lose it!” Pat stayed calm and took me to Jimmy John’s to get a sandwich because he knows that’s my favorite.  Sweet Pat – always so sweet when I get so worked up!}

At 7:00 pm (still on Monday – talk about the longest 24 hours ever…), the nurse confirmed my water had broken and I would be admitted. We were going to have a baby!

From there, things progressed incredibly quickly. By 8:30 pm, my contractions were 2 minutes apart and I was feeling it! Whoa! No one tells you how labor feels when you’re planning to have a natural labor. Power to you ladies who go through with an all-natural labor; for me, when the contractions started coming 1 minute apart and they offered an epidural, I took it. I was exhausted and couldn’t imagine going forward without some sort of relief. Our doula, Becky, was incredibly encouraging and helpful and helped me breathe and stay still through the contractions (I had 3 while they were putting the epidural needle into my back – eek).

After the epidural, my body finally relaxed and I progressed enough to start pushing by 12:00 am (we’re finally to Tuesday now). It got a bit frenzied towards the end because Bo’s heartrate started dropping suddenly and it became urgent to get him out ASAP. Our doctor was amazing and calmly told us that she was going to use the vacuum extractor to try and help him out – and if that didn’t work, we’d have an emergency C-section. Prior to labor, I’d been scared about both possibilities – but now that everything was happening, all I could think about was getting Bo out safely. Luckily, the vacuum worked and he was out within 15 minutes of pushing.

I can’t even put into words how amazing it was to meet our little guy for the first time. I practically jumped off the table to get him into my arms. Welcome to the world, baby Bo! We love you so much.

Bo and I right after he was born. Pure joy for this momma.

Bo and I right after he was born. Pure joy for this momma.