The Morrisons (by the water): "It's GO Time!"

It's not "go time" just yet--this is how we spent the weekend before a really big trade show for Dustin's work. He had to pack a TON of bags with WTI information and stickers, so we "helped" out! We may or may not have been more of a burden than a help, but we tried!

Here we are on the 4th of July. You have to remember, which will be proven later in photos, I was 15 months pregnant at the time.....okay, okay, not quite that pregnant, but I was one week from my due date. What's a girl to do? How about ride her bike down to Main street for the parade! Then back home....then back to the beach for the day (with the Wakehams)....then back home.....then back to the pier for fireworks! Some people suggest caster oil to induce labor, but I strongly suggest riding a bike for a solid day in 80 degree weather.

Um, my shoes look waaaay naughtier on her than they do on me...or do they?

Kavella pretending to drive to work. This is how a child plays without a yard. Sad.

Gggjjjj! Watching the fireworks!

So, I've always thought it would be exciting to experience the whole oh-my-gosh-my-water-just-broke-we're-having-a-baby-NOW! thing. With Kavella, I had a slow leak, so I was unable to fulfill that...wish. Wish? Well, you get it. Lucky me, I DID get to experience it with baby numero dos! I always imagined being in a public place--shocking those around me, rushing out the door and leaving the mess behind. That's not how it went down though. Instead, around 10:45 at night, just as I was laying down for one of my last full night's sleep....POP! GUSH! MESS! Thankfully, Dustin was there to gather every single towel we own to clean up and catch the rest of the water. Water just kept coming in waves! Admittedly, it was exciting! After calling Darci to come stay the rest of the night with Kavella, we took off for the hospital.

Not gonna lie, I felt like a cheater. With Kavella, I wasn't given the option of an epidural until I was dialated to a 4, which took some 7 hours--4 of which were handled with excruciating contractions. With Curren, my contractions hurt, but not like Kavella's contractions. Plus, there were no restrictions on when I could get the epidural. I had the anesthesiologist pop that sucker in around 2:45 a.m....then our sweet babe arrived at 7:03. I was slightly annoyed that the nurse had me push through 3 or 4 contractions every hour before we were successful--I was hoping to catch some sleep before the baby was born, but alas that didn't occur. She would come into the room and be like, "Okay, let's push!" I'd push, then she'd be like, "Well, you're not progressing, so let's just wait a little bit." Then, she'd leave and come back an hour later. Annoying.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You felt alarmed by this picture? When Kavella was born, there were a whole lot of pictures of me looking slightly shocked, perhaps a little grossed out even, by the whole birthing process. This time, I made a conscious effort to look happy, even elated when they threw the juicy, milky, bloody baby onto my person; all while Dustin happily click, clicked away, picture after picture. So, check out my acting skills when a completely blue baby was produced and laid in my arms. Oh, I'm smiling for the pictures, but I was also asking (with a great deal of concern), "is this child breathing? Is anyone concerned about this? Is everything okay here?"

Thank goodness, everything was alright. I'm going to blame his color on the fact that while he was crowning, I was instructed to just relax through the next few contractions, as to allow the doctor to get there. Really? Relax when the baby's head is halfway OUT!?! Lame. Next time, I'm just pushing.

Oh, my sweet love.

Apparently, being born isn't much fun either--Curren's ENTIRE face was bruised on his way out. It was so badly bruised that the hospital staff finally made a sign for his bed. This was to prevent nurse after nurse from coming in and trying to start CPR on the little guy. Poor baby.