Monday, November 21, 2011

Ethan's Baby Blessing

Jess had the opportunity of blessing our little Ethan yesterday, and I had a proud mommy moment. Jess did a really wonderful job, and gave him a beautiful blessing. Ethan is so special to us, and we were excited to be able to share that day with our close family members.
We wanted to keep it low-key, so we just had our immediate family and the Bishop attend. Grandpa Cahoon had to fly across the world, all the way from Africa (where he was doing humanitarian dentistry work): adoptanafricanclinic.org) for the special day! We were glad to have him in the circle, along with grandpa George, great-grandpa George, uncle Darren, uncle Chris, and Bishop McMullon. We sure missed uncle Brian, uncle David, and uncle Jon!
We had a delicious lunch after (thanks grandma Cahoon!) We were so glad to have our families here for Ethan's special day. I don't think a minute went by that someone didn't have him snuggled up in their arms! We sure love this little boy, and we are so grateful to have his wonderful little spirit in our family.

Proud mommy and daddy!
Ethan with Grandma & Grandpa Cahoon

Ethan with Grandma & Grandpa George


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A Taste of Heaven

I know, I know. My little boy has been here for over three weeks now, and I'm just now writing of his arrival. If you've never had the experience of bringing home a little one, let me just say that the last few weeks of my life have been a complete blur. I think part of the reason babies grow so fast is because we are zombies half the time.
On Sunday, October 16, my water broke at 4:30 am. I initially thought that I had wet the bed (so glad that wasn't the case!), when we realized what was happening, we decided to go to the Raymond hospital first to see how dilated I was. The nurse said I was only between 1-2 cm, so we went home and tried to get things going a little. I bounced on the yoga ball for a while until the contractions started getting stronger, and we decided to head in to Lethbridge. Once we arrived at the hospital, we headed to labour and delivery, and they measured me again. We were disappointed to find out that I hadn't progressed AT ALL. So we went and hung out at our friends Kandace and Geoff's house (they live in Lethbridge, and we didn't want to head all the way back into Raymond for a few hours). So after a few hours, we grabbed some breakfast and headed back to the hospital. My doctor came to see us, and I was CERTAIN that he was going to say I was over 6 cm, I was in so much pain (I had back labour the entire time!)! Nope. I was still only somewhere between 2-3 cm. So we decided to stay at the hospital. We spent a long time in the shower there, the hot water helped a little. Jess was trying desperately to do everything he could to relieve the pain. It seemed like the contractions were getting worse and worse, and I was vomiting from the pain. After being in the shower  forever, I decided I really needed something more. The pain was just too intense. So after Jess convincing me that I didn't really want an epidural, I got a shot of morphine in the bum. I've heard so many women say that you lose all sense of modesty when you are in labour, and I totally did not believe it until that day. I honestly could not care less that the nurse was putting a needle in my rear. After the shot, we decided to try to walk around the hospital for a while, to see if we could get things going. We walked for a LONG time. When we went back to the room, they finally said we could move into our own private room (we were in the induction room up until this point, because I hadn't hit the magical 4cm yet).
Once we got into the room, I asked for an epidural again, and Jess talked me out of it, again. I should say that during our prenatal class, we had been encouraged to write out a birth-plan, and we did. In it, we said that I wanted to avoid drugs if possible, and that I didn't want an epidural. So, the nurses thought my best option then, to help with the pain, would be to hook me up to an IV (for morphine), and start me on the drip to hopefully get things rolling. Four perfectly capable nurses, and a complete gong-show later, I had the IV in. My veins are really hard to get anything into, it was ridiculous. An hour later after all that, the pain had gotten MUCH worse, which I didn't know was even possible, but it sure did. The contractions were much more painful, lasted longer, and were closer together. Death. I was clenching the side of the bed, crying in pain. So, once again asked for an epidural, this time there was no talking me out of it! So, the nurse said she would request one right away, she just had to check where I was at first. She was checking, and double checking, and finally she said, "you're at 10 cm, you're going to start pushing soon!". Um, what??! An hour ago I was only 4 cm along!  I was so not ready for that. I started freaking out, and I was telling her that I couldn't do it. In my head, I was trying to wrap my head around the whole birthing process, and it just didn't make sense in that moment. How could it even be possible for something that large to leave my body? How could any of it happen, and me be alive at the end? It just didn't make sense. The nurse took charge though, and Jess was right there, telling me that I could do this! So I got into position and starting pushing, and wow, wow, WOW! It was amazing! As soon as I realized that I had the power to make the contractions go away, I was totally on board! I loved the entire pushing experience. I LOVE that I got to experience it that way, without an epidural (although I don't blame women who get them!). It was just the most amazing thing to feel this baby making his way out to the world. My doctor got there not too long after, and after about 20 minutes of pushing, our little boy made his appearance.
We heard him cry, and it was completely surreal. We just looked at each other like "can you believe that just happened?" and started crying. They gave him to us right after they cleaned him up, and I just couldn't believe that this was my baby. I just starred at him. I was a mom. I was going to love and protect this little boy no matter what. I loved him instantly.  
I continue to love him and love our new life together as a family everyday. Being a new mom is harder  than I could have ever imagined, but I love it. I love my little boy. He is so perfect, and we are so incredibly lucky to have him here. We love you Ethan!

Ethan George Cahoon
Born: Sunday, October 16th, 2011 at 9:54 pm.
Weighing: 7lbs, 5oz.








Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Awaiting Baby...

I've been wanting to do a blog for a while, and I guess there is no time better than the present! 
Jess and I are (not-so-patiently) awaiting the arrival of our first baby (boy), who is due tomorrow! I've loved being pregnant...for the most part. I could do without the morning sickness for the first few months, and this last month of just being so entirely huge and uncomfortable. Having said that, there are simply no words to describe the miracle of having a little life grow inside you. I'm so blessed to have that privilege as a woman. 
I am SO ready to be done with this pregnancy. I just want to meet this little guy! I feel like I already know and love him, but it will be something else entirely to be able to wrap my arms around this little babe, and kiss him and touch his little hands and feet and know that he is mine.