Being true to form, our little baby decided that he was ready to
come on his due date, which happened to be
Memorial Day. This is baby #3 that has had me up at 2 am with contractions on the exact day that he/she was expected to arrive. I got Jon up around 3:30 and after getting ready and the kids taken care of, we headed to the hospital around 4:30 am. Once I was checked-in and changed, a nurse came in to check me. Before she even hooked me up to any monitors or anything, she asked me if I was just there because it was my due date. I told her that I would have waited until a more reasonable hour to come in if I was just there because I expected my baby to come on his due date. But since I had dilated to a 5 and my contractions were about 5 minutes apart, they agreed to keep me. Unfortunately, since it was still so early in the morning, then my doctor wasn't on call and since it was a holiday when the clock reached 7 am, then he still wasn't on call. I reassured the nurse that the doctor had informed me that Dr. Tutt had nothing going on, since his wife was off at Girl's Camp. But she decided that she didn't want to call him very early and wanted to give him a chance to sleep in on his day off. So she called him around 8 am and he didn't return her page until around 8:30. Apparently he had got up early and gone on a bike ride, only about 16 miles! He said to give him an hour to get showered and changed and he would come and check me. He showed up shortly after 10 am and said that I was at a 7 . He broke my water then, which is what I was really waiting for. In fact, my contractions had slowed down so much that they had put me on pitocin to keep my contractions going. Since Dr. Tutt had nothing better to do, he sat and visited with Jon, my mom, and I about Girl's Camp and hiking at Camp Lomia, and also scouts and other random things. About 45 minutes after my water was broke, Dr. Tutt said that I looked like I was almost ready, so he went and changed. By the time he came back I was definitely ready and sweet little
Owen was born at 11:07 am.
He weighed
8 lbs 5 oz, which tied Savannah for my smallest baby. He was also
22 inches long, which was an inch smaller than Spencer. I was so happy to finally get Owen here and extremely grateful at how quickly he came.
Of course,
Jon was a
happy daddy too.
The girls were so excited to come and meet baby Owen. They love him so much and want to hold him all of the time.
Here is our most recent family picture. Spencer liked meeting Owen, but wasn't as entertained by him as the girls were. The hospital was like a 2 year old's playground.
I wanted to check out of the hospital the next day, June 1st, but Owen was jaundiced and so they had us stay longer. You can kind of see how yellow he was in this picture.
It was really funny because the 2nd night, my nurse was someone that I knew from my parent's ward. She actually came and helped me out quite a bit when Savannah was very first born and was giving me trouble with nursing once I was home. So it was fun having Tracy check on us and she was too sweet to take Owen down to the nursery so I could get some extra sleep. Owen was still a little jaundiced the next day, but they let us come home and I took him to the pediatrician the following day just to make sure that he was doing alright.
We've been doing quite well. Of course, I would love to get some more sleep, but Owen is quite a good sleeper. He definitely sleeps well whenever anyone snuggles with him.
He loves being snuggled! The girls are always asking to hold him.
Savannah is quite a good little helper. She seems to be able to keep Owen entertained too and can occasionally get him to smile.
Melanie always has to be as close to Owen as possible. She always wants to kiss him and hold his hand. She
drives me crazy when I'm trying to nurse. But Mel is a
sweetheart and just
loves little Owen!
Spencer loves Owen too,
usually. He's a little rough with him, so I fear for Owen's life sometimes. Spencer even tries hard to say Owen, which comes out as: O-hmm. Sorry, no pictures of Spencer and Owen. I don't trust Spencer with Owen long enough to take a picture. But we all love having Owen around. And I couldn't help but put this "
Rad like Dad" shirt on Owen for Father's Day. He just can't wait to grow up and be like Daddy!
We love our little O-hmm!
