The Littlest Lawrence

*Spoiler Alert* Baby Story Post!

Since I’ve been posting about being pregnant, I thought I’d take a minute and post about meeting our beautiful bundle of joy. 🙂

On Thursday morning, May 26th, the doctor told me at my appointment that I was 5 cm dilated and I would go into labor really soon.  Well, he was right!  That night my contractions started.  Once we realized it was the real deal, we called our friend to come watch our toddler and we hopped in the van to go to the hospital!

The nurses were very friendly and got me situated in my room quickly.  I contracted for about 4 hours before my body decided to take a break. (I was at 8 centimeters! What a time to take a break!)

My labor stalled for 5 hours so from 2-7am I walked the halls and did everything known to man to try to get it started again.  Peter and I decided that our little guy just didn’t want to be born yet.  The doctors eventually had to give me a little help.  Things progressed quickly after that.  There was much contracting, screaming, squeezing of hands, shaking because I was gripping the bed so hard, and pushing… lots and lots of pushing.

My favorite part was when Peter told me he could see our little guy’s head of hair.  The doctor can say “You’re almost there” and still have forever to go, but when your husband says “You’re almost there, I can see hair!”  I believe him a whole lot more.

After a few more screams and pushes, our littlest Lawrence made his entrance!  He was born on Friday, May 27, 2016 at 9:07am.  He weighted 7 pounds and 7 ounces and measured 19.5 inches long.  He was deemed perfect and healthy from the start.

It’s hard to explain exactly what I felt when they put my baby in my arms.  It was a beautiful feeling of intense joy and immense relief.  Joy that he was finally here and relief that labor was over.  Peter said he cried when he finally saw him.  It was a great moment.

The next half hour was spent shaking and saying, “ow” as the doctor sewed me up from where I tore.  It was okay though. The tiny baby in my arms made it all worth while.

As I think back on the delivery, I have to say it is one of the best and most special moments of my life.  I was literally covered in blood, sweat, and tears but somehow the mess didn’t matter.  All that mattered was the messy, beautiful baby in my arms, my husband at my side, and knowing my toddler was being loved and taken care of by dear friends.

It’s a perfect example of the No Supermoms Here logo: “Learning to Love Your Messy, Beautiful Life.”

I never thought such a messy moment could be so beautiful, but boy was I wrong.

I have a feeling I’m in for a few more opportunities to find the beauty in the mess as my boys get bigger too.  I think that’s just how life works.

So, in hopes of finding more beautiful moments… bring on the mess! 🙂