I avoid pictures like the plague. But in an attempt to keep a record of my third baby, I had Micah snap a few pictures right before we headed into the hospital. This was at about 11:30 pm, and then we headed to In-N-Out to get our nurses some grub during our shift (and bribe them a bit), and then checked in at about midnight.
Once we got there, we had a rather long check in (due to a chatty nurse), then my cervix-softening pill and two hours later, we were heading to dreamland. Too bad for me, our chatty nurse was also the “I hate to close the door because I want you to hear everything that is going on at the nurses station” girl, and the noise kept me awake most of the night. No biggie, and because I was up, this same nurse started in on my Pitocin at about 6:00 am. I followed my Pitocin up with an epidural at about 9:00, just so I didn’t have to feel ANY pain whatsoever! I was fully expecting to have my baby at about 4:00 pm because my last two were like clockwork, and both happened that way. Well, at about 11:00, I was checked and was dilated to about a 5.5. When I told my nurse just a few minutes later that I could feel my contractions, she checked me again and I was already at a 9.5. The immediately started dialing Theiny, as I dialed my Mom, Tristen, Megan and Trilby. They stopped the Pitocin which gave us a little break for everyone to arrive. But within minutes of Theiny arriving, I was pushing, and about 15 minutes later, I had my baby! (Sidenote: Have I ever mentioned that Theiny is the best doctor in the world? My baby, who had the cord wrapped around his neck, and was sunny side up didn’t even concern me because Theiny didn’t allow it to. He is the calmest and most at ease doctor on the planet. I seriously had many pow wows with the nurses about the best OBGYN’s, and Thein was at the top of every single list!)
Right before I started to push, my photographer showed up and never stopped snapping! Here is a picture of yours truly and the best pushing helper on earth. He is convinced that he doesn’t need my help at all next time!
Here is some of the “party” that is in my room each time! I wouldn’t do it any other way!
Some of the cousins were there to support and babysit!
Aren’t the Brockbanks the best!!!
Grandma and Grandpa were in the waiting room also, and brought treats for Scout and Navy!
About ten minutes before the baby came, I wanted my kids to see what was going on, so they came in and kissed me before their brother showed up.
And then at 12:38 pm, the slimiest yet sweetest little thing in the world came out to join in on the fun.
(I kid you not, Navy came out spotless clean, so I could not believe my eyes when I saw this little mess!)
They immediately put him on me so we could spend an hour skin on skin. Scout and Navy came in to greet their new brother, and Scout even brought him his coveted baseball trophy. It was the sweetest gesture I have ever seen, and really did bring tears to my eyes.
When Micah tried to take Navy away, she wouldn’t even consider leaving her “new baby”.
She ended spending most of the afternoon on the bed right beside me.
It wasn’t an hour until they weighed him. We all had guesses in, and I hit it perfectly. He was 7 lbs. 11 oz. and 19 inches long. Scout was only 6 ounces heavier than Dash, and Icka was exactly 1 lb lighter.
Don’t you just want to suck those little lips up!
He wasn’t into being measured.
Or into getting his footprints done, but tradition was in full force as Micah got his stamp!
And this time around…he got both feet!
That is one sweet little face, but we were all surprised that he doesn’t look like Scout or Navy at all.
It turned out that his bath wasn’t his favorite time either.
But when he got all cleaned up, this sweet thing was as perfect as a little angel.
Even when his older sister just smothered him with kisses.
And when we were trying to get a picture of the three kids.
Or when the cousins were all taking their turns adoring him.
(Can you tell my other two kids were running off of fumes at this point?)
He did start to fuss a little, so Nonnie grabbed him to work her magic.
And it was only moments before he was calm and back to sleep.
It turns out that even though I was the one who pushed a baby out and didn’t seep a wink the night before, it was my husband who died out. The poor guy fell asleep in the sitting position — smack dab in the middle of the room!
On his way to the NICU, our poor little guy didn’t have a name yet, so he went in as “Carruth”. Although I like that name, I am glad the baby namer (Micah) made it official the next day with Dash Kei Denison. Not after the Incredibles. It has nothing to do with the Kardashians. I am not sure where it came from….but please keep in mind that Micah ran a huge race just a week before, and there seems to be a theme in his life lately. So Dash it is. I like it. I wasn’t a fan of narrowing it down in the hospital, but that is kind of our M.O. But I will say it here and now…..there will be NO bet next time…..there will be no negotiations! I will be the namer of our next baby. END. OF. STORY.!!!
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