More pictures and story!

Here I am, Sunday afternoon on the 8th. I had been having contractions every 8 minutes for 2 days and was wondering how I was going to make it to our due date of the 25th. Regardless, we went to church and to our nephew Caleb's birthday party. That night we went to sleep. At about 3 o'clock in the morning I knew I was in labor. I woke Jimmy up and we started timing contractions. At 4 am we decided to call my parents and head into the hospital. We got all packed and ready. Jimmy gave me a blessing and off we went. My mom came with us to the hospital and my dad stayed with Savannah and Terrance since he was on his days off from work (see the previous post for the hospital pictures).
We got to the hospital at 5 am and got all checked in. The nurse checked me and I was at a 6cm. I progress pretty quickly and sure enough by 7 am they had the table all pulled apart and the Dr. in ready for me to push. In 3 contractions/pushes we had a baby boy!!!


They took him to the table across the room to get him all cleaned up while they finished up with me. I was waiting for a height and weight and details about him, but wasn't getting any such report from anyone. Soon, the room was full of people...I was soooo tired, but knew that something wasn't quite right. The Fentanyl that they'd given me during labor really had an affect on him, so he had almost no heart beat and wasn't breathing after he was born. The respiratory team came from the hospital and worked on him for a few minutes. They were just about to do chest compressions when the nurse gave him a narcotic reversal shot. After that he pinked up, started crying, breathing, and beating! (this whole story was relayed to me after the drama of course). Poor Jimmy had to watch the entire thing.



Finally, they brought him to me! I took one look at him and knew that his name was to be Conway Jordan. We had talked about the name before and loved the meaning because it means "Holy River Jordan" which is the temple Jimmy and I were sealed in. It suited him. He didn't nurse well at first. Because of his rough start he was all worn out. He has since really caught on and is almost back to his birth weight already! (day 8)
The kids came to the hospital (see the previous post for those pictures) and loved him instantly (Except Savannah wanted to call him Chico not Conway). Since we've been home they have been such big helpers and can't get enough of holding him, reading to him, and telling me all about his anatomy.


Here they are chillin' on our bed, which we all do a lot lately. Terrance makes this silly smile when the camera comes out.


The two brothers are napping and I love to join them when I get a chance! I have actually felt really great and been recovering quickly. I didn't tear at all and that has made life nice.

This is Conway's first bath (yes, he is in a girly hooded towel that used to be Savannah's). The things you think of after it's all said and done.

This is when we first got home. Conway's hair is much more brown than the other kids' red/strawberry blonde hair. Even though I know the word went out originally that his hair was red...sorry to disappoint!

He is such a good baby; sleeps, eats, and poops! He is awake more and more, but has really just been so easy going.


Here he is with his proud daddy. Don't we all wish our husbands could be paid for staying home! It was sad to see Daddy go back to work, but we've managed well. The ward, friends, and my parents have been so good to come every day and offer a meal, a nap, or some cleaning. All in all, we are delighted to be a family of 5 and will do our best to keep everyone posted on our lives and happenings!!