Since most of my posts will probably be about my little man, I thought I would share his story for those of you who may not already know. But first a little background on his mommy and daddy.
I met my husband when I was in 7th grade. We had band together. I have always thought that Matt was cute, but he was a very social person who fit in pretty much everywhere and I... well I wasn't. The next year we had more classes together and kinda ended up in the same social group so we got to hang out a little more. There were many times when we almost hooked up, but one of us was always in a relationship, getting over a relationship, or actively trying to get in one with someone else. This story goes on and on until my sophomore year of high school when I finally made him the one I was actively pursuing. I finally got his attention and after a few weeks he asked me to be his girlfriend. He put up with a lot while we were in high school. I was really insecure, jealous, and emotional. I am one lucky girl that he stuck around. He went to college a year before me, and I followed him to EWU. Through long distance and coming back together we manged to stay a couple and I can even proudly say we were never the on again off again type. We FINALLY got married after my junior year of college after a 4 year engagement and 6 years of dating. It was the perfect wedding to my dream guy.
When we went back to school I got baby fever... bad. One of my best friends had a little girl that I spent a lot of time with and watching her be a mom made me realize that I was ready to be one as well. My whole life I have wanted to be a mommy, but now I knew that I didn't want to wait any longer. It was so bad that I got depressed over it. It was all I could think about. Matt wasn't so sure that he was ready yet, and I wanted it to be a joint decision. After all having a baby would change his life too and I wanted him to be ready to "grow-up." I tried not to push the situation too much because I knew it would only upset him and that would get us no where. I did come up now and then though. On my birthday we went out to dinner with friends. The friend was there with her baby and Matt kept staring down the table. I looked at him and he said, "We can start trying to have one of our own." I asked him if he was sure and that he couldn't back down because we had a table full of witnesses. He said he was sure. I think that I had a smile the size of the world. It was the second best day of my life (third if you know the flip-flop story) and I stopped taking the pill that night.
I did a lot of research on what you should do when you are trying to get pregnant. Foods you should avoid, foods you should eat, no drinking (stopped that weekend), no smoking (not an issue for me), the list goes on. I was determined to get pregnant and have a healthy baby. I tried to have the attitude that it will just happens when it happens and to not stress out about it, but as my period got closer I began to feel overwhelmed with hopeful feelings knowing that I would probably get let down since only 25% of women get pregnant their first month off the pill. We went home for around that time and everyone was joking with me that I probably already was pregnant. One of my good friends kept referring to my tummy as baby embryo, my mom said I tasted funny when she licked my face (don't ask), and my Nana mentioned how my hair looked a little darker. I told them all to knock it off because they were all just getting my hopes up and it was just going to be harder when I'm not. When we went back to school I told Matt that I just felt different but he wanted me to wait a week after my missed period so we didn't waste money on a pregnancy test. My plan was to go to the dollar store and get a test and if it was positive I would go get an expensive one to double check. The day before I was going to do that he came home with a triple pack! I drank a whole glass of iced tea trying to make sure that I had enough pee for the test. I went into the bathroom and took the test. The directions said to wait 3 minutes for the results, but as soon as the stick got wet I could see the 2 lines forming. Holy Cow! I think I checked the box about a million times to make sure two lines meant pregnant and it sure did! I called the campus clinic to see how late they were open so I could go confirm what the at home test was telling me. Matt and I happened to be babysitting that night so we loaded up "M" and drove to the clinic. The clinic told me the same thing the at home test did, I was having a baby!!!! I couldn't believe that it happened so fast, but was so very excited at the same time. In 36 weeks I was going to have a little baby.
My pregnancy was pretty easy. I didn't suffer from morning sickness or really anything. Since I already had a bad back I did have some back and hip pain and I ended up getting a little bit of a rash but that was about it. Originally Matt and I did not want to find out the sex. But as the halfway point got closer I decided that I wanted to know. Matt, and most of the rest of my family, tried to get me to stick with the original decision but it was too late. I wanted to know... it was a boy! Only 20 more weeks to go until I got to meet my little man. I loved the experience of being pregnant. I am definitely one of those people that wishes life away saying I can't wait for this to come or for that to be over, but I promised myself that I would not do that with my pregnancy, and for the most part I didn't. I loved hearing his heartbeat at every appointment, I loved feeling him move around, feeling him get the hic-ups (which happened a lot), I loved knowing how he was developing that week, and thinking what a miracle it is that our bodies can create a whole human being! As it got closer though I didn't like not knowing when he was going to be here. Everyday I woke up thinking this could be the day, and every night I went to bed thinking, well, it could be tomorrow.
It was a Saturday evening when I went into labor. It was about 8PM a week before my due date. For awhile I was in denial. I didn't want to be one of those women who went to the hospital with false labor. I did all the things you are supposed to do to make sure that its real. I changed positions, no stopping. I went for a walk, made them come quicker. I was still kind of in denial, no believing this could actually be it. I went to bed trying to "sleep it off," but I couldn't sleep because I was too busy trying to count and time. At about 2AM Matt and I went to Wal-Mart to get some snacks and what not. We weren't really prepared to be heading to the hospital. When we got home my mom came down and told me that we needed to head to the hospital. So we finished getting everything ready and headed to the hospital. Despite being in labor for about 12 hours I was only dilated at a 1, but effacing nicely. They sent me home with some sleeping pills (which made hallucinate about teacups) and told me to come back when I woke up. About 12PM that Sunday I went back in and had dilated to a 4. I don't remember much after that other than I was in a lot of pain and at some point I asked for an epidural, which I did not want. The contractions were coming so fast that one wouldn't even be over before another one would start. I didn't get a break for the last hour or so. The nurse said she had never felt a baby come down on the cervix so hard. Lucky for me, I didn't get the epidural because the anesthesiologist was on call and 45 minutes away. The Dr. had barely made the phone call when I was at a 9.5 and ready to push. I don't think that I pushed for that long. He was just ready to come. He tried to come out with his hand up by his head which ended up making me tear a little and he had his cord wrapped around his neck. He was born at 4:35, about 20 hours after my labor started. Other than needing a little oxygen he was a healthy baby boy. 6lbs 15oz and 18 3/4 inches long. He was tiny. No meat on his bones but the cutest thing I had ever seen. My little boy was finally here. Matt and I had chosen not to name him until he came. We gave him his choices and looked right at us when we said Jaekub. The spelling of his name has two stories. The Jae comes from the Gaelic spelling and the kub is because he is out baby polar bear kub (and in our family we use c's instead of k's). I have been in love since the moment I found out I was pregnant, but seeing him in person and holding him in my arms was a totally different feeling.
So there it is, our own little fairy tale. We still have a long time until happily ever after, but we are happy right now.
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