He's here!!! And has been for almost exactly 2 years!! Mom of two babies in under 16 months!!! Yeesh!
I figured NOW is a good time to tell HIS story now that it has taken me 2 years to catch up on all my other stuff.
On 10/10/14 we arrived at the hospital at 11:49am for my 12:00 c-section appointment . I remember because I had 11 minutes to just sit in the car before going into the birthing center to be willingly cut open while conscious to have my baby surgically removed from my belly. Even though abdominal surgery is basically a hobby for me, I was a little nervous. I checked my phone and noticed I had a voicemail from a 540 number. I checked it with 9 minutes left on the clock and SURPRISE it was my OB telling me the surgical staff was waiting for me and had been since 11am. Super.
We rushed in and explained that the pre-op nurse told me two days ago to arrive at NOON. They were understanding as this wasn't the first time that had happened and it was a slow baby day any way. It's actually a little weird because EVERYONE is ALWAYS pregnant in SWVA. I mean ladies here average at like 5 kids. ANYWAYS.
I get weighed in. Total weight gain: 14 pounds. Thank you, son! I check into my room and get all ready in my surgical gown, nervous, but I start to recognize some of the nursing staff because I was here just 15 short months ago with my girl. I'm at ease; The nurses here are wonderful. I go through a few more pre-op questions. The nurse asks "just a cesarean, right? you're not getting your tubes tied as well?" "that's right, just the C-section". Rob affectionately chimes in "are you sure?". I laugh, but it's not cute -_- lol
45 minute of check in and I'm off to the operating room, by myself. The spinal takes forever and I'm a huge baby. I'm scared. I wince. I squeal. A needle in your back is so much more appealing when you're experiencing the pain of labor with the promise of comfort. Spinal takes. I lay down. Rob comes in.
I'm nervous. Very nervous. I don't know why. There is a lot of pulling, much more than last time. Finally he's out! We don't hear anything. Finally the faintest little "wah" rings out, then silence. We're worried. "Is he okay?" No answer. "Is he okay?" Another "wah!" Rob jumps up and shouts "Oh my God, Riley, he is huge! He looks JUST like your dad!"
I laugh. And cry.
"His hands are enormous! He is monstrous!"
The the staff chimes in actually making bets on how much he weighs.
"How big is he?!" I ask in both relief and concern. (They said he was measuring small in the 38th percentile.. HA! Now I'm thinking I gave birth to a preschooler)
They put him on my chest. HE IS HUGE. And quiet. And DOES look like my dad from what I can see. I'm annoyed I can't see his face very well. I say "Happy Birthday" with tears in my eyes. After a while they wheel me to recovery as Rob takes our son to get weighed and cleaned up.
I finally get wheeled back to my room. I realize I wasn't there when my children first met -_- but Rob is holding our boy and asks what we should name him. I say "He looks like a Rory to me", relenting on my name choice to honor my husband. It was a top moment in our marriage. For sure.
Rob tells me our son, born at exactly 39 weeks weighed in at a whopping 8 pounds 10.9 ounces, 21 inches long. Perfect in every way. Texts and announcements are sent out. We cannot believe he is so perfectly in our arms after the terrifying pregnancy. ALL the glory to God!
Rory Reagan
10/10/14 12:43pm
8lbs 10.9oz 21inches long
