Okay it really wasn't that much of a surprise was it!?
At 39weeks and 3days I woke up with cramps. And all day I walked around with cramps. Was I concerned? Nope. Was I excited? Nope. Why? My baby book told me contractions feel like a tight band around your belly spreading to your back. Is that how you would describe cramps? Nope!
So after an entire day of being uncomfortable I talked to my cousin (who is having her 2nd baby tomorrow!) who is a nurse, and she basically yelled at me and told me to get to the hospital. Still not convinced, I took a shower. Uh oh. Needless to say, I realized my "cramps" were contractions and we booked it to the hospital!
14hrs. later, no baby.
But I did spike a fever of 102.4
So after getting to experience 14hrs. of labor I got to experience a c-section.
And then my precious baby had to experience 8hrs of time in the NICU. (not before daddy got 99 pictures, and a quick kiss from me!)
This was not at all how I envisioned giving birth would go, but it's okay. My family came to visit and Lee was able to bring each of them down to the NICU to see our little bundle of joy. I was the last person to hold him, but it's true that you 'save the best for last' right?
Fast forward 4 days, another fever spike, and sleepless nights spent with my newest love, and we came home!
What? Pictures of feet aren't enough?
Here you go:
Rohan Alistair, 7lbs 7oz 19.5" long and completely perfect
(ps. Due to many people already getting the name wrong, it is pronounced rowin' like, "I'm rowin' a boat" and is sometimes spelled Rowan.)