Welcome to the World Baby Boy!

I couldn't think of a better way to begin this blog than to start it with the birth of our second child, Wyatt. I decided to merge Owen's blog with this new one to sort of symbolize this new stage in our family's life. We have grown from 3 to 4 and with that I think some things are going to change : )

Wyatt's birth story:

It all started after dinner the night of June 28th. The contractions began steady, but not painful. I had had a few false starts over the past few weeks, but this felt different. I decided to just let them happen, keep watch, and get a little sleep just in case this really was it.

Periodically I was awaken throughout the night with contractions, but it wasn't until the early early a.m. that they began in ernest. Wow. Ouch. They started creeping closer together. I was pretty sure at this point that we were a go for baby. So, we called our friend Dawn to come and pick up the Big Kid for a day of New Big Brother frolicking fun. After she picked Owen up we packed our bags and got ready for the event. And then...everything.....slowed.....down.........

We went from contractions at 5 minutes apart to contractions at 15 minutes apart. I cried. Literally. We decided to go and get a little lunch and have a walk before we called Dawn to return our Big Kid since it felt like there would be no Little Brother that day.

We grabbed some sandwiches and walked at Carver Lake. Then something happened. Contractions happened and they happened in a big way. Suddenly every 2 minutes I had to stop and grab onto Troy and breath through them. We made our way to the car. Believe it or not I still wasn't sure it was the real thing. We went home and after just a few minutes I called the midwife on call at the hospital to get her opinion. She told us to come in and if it was real- we were having a baby- if not- she would send us home.

Once we checked in, the midwife on call checked me, and then we checked into our room. It was really happening. I still didn't quite believe it. It was now a little after 3 p.m. 4cm 95% effaced.

After about an hour of very, very intense contractions my progress was assessed again. To the surprise of the Midwife, I hadn't dilated much, still at 4cm. She offered to break the water to get things going and oh my did it ever. It's now after 4 p.m.

Once the contractions began to kick into high gear I decided to labor in the tub. The big, deep awesome tub. I really wanted to try a water birth, so this was a good indicator to see how I labored in water. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I must pause a minute here in my story. What about Troy you might be thinking? Wasn't he an integral part of this birthing experience? Yes, yes he was. He was strong and steady and ready to do my bidding to make me feel better. He rubbed my back and held me, and suffered his own comfort. I relied on him to be my anchor and he came through for me without once complaining. He knows I turn inside myself when I face a challenge (and this was a challenge!) and he let me. He supported me 110%.

So, labor without meds is intense. It was the most painful, primal feeling I have ever had. I grunted and panted and moaned. I felt like an animal in the purest sense of the word. It was so real.

I never made it to the birthing tub. About 45 minutes after my water was broken I delivered a baby. 4cm to push! I ran naked as a jay bird from the bathtub to the bed. Admittedly I may have behaved a little insanely when it came to the pushing part (yelling, and carrying on a bit), but it was a new experience for me. And more important than being a little nuts during delivery is that I, we, had a healthy, robust, beautiful baby boy. We were able to deliver him the way we wanted to. He was loud and red and perfect.

Wyatt Benjamin Yeager

5:12 p.m

June 29, 2010

8#4oz 20.5 inches long

Mama and Wy shortly after birth

A proud Papa

My wonderful family.

Big Brother Owen even stayed the night with us in the hospital that first night. I wanted him there with us so much and I was overjoyed that no one said anything about it. The next morning we were able to hang out and get to know our newest family member.

I can't believe two months has flown by. Wyatt is smiling and cooing and Owen is getting ready for the big Kindergarten. Time is flying. I just hope I can get most of it written down so I never forget just how lucky and blessed I am.