A Superbowl Sunday Welcome!

2 weeks early,

At 6:04p.m. we welcomed our 2nd baby boy,

Everett Hayden.

Contractions started mid-morning Sunday.

The first sunny day we had had in a quite some time.

And anyone that knows me, knows how AWESOME that is for me!

(it's that seasonal affect disorder thing that I'm sure that I have)

Luke took the kids to church while I did some last preparations.

I started planning earlier this time around so I wouldn't have another

"almost had the baby in the car" experience.

I mean, we all know I love adrenaline-producing moments,

but no thanks on the whole

"trying to walk up to L & D with a baby's head between my legs" thing.

I was so thankful it was sunny

and so thankful the kiddos would get to play outside over the long weekend

(no school or work Monday)

with their best buds and not even notice our absence.

Thank you to our dear friends Audrey, Courtney, and Laura!

Pit-stop #1 = Getting kids dropped off

Pit-stop #2 = getting Luke some lunch, in preparation for his pushing efforts....bwahaha...

Pit-stop #3 = getting our workout on.

(Nevermind that I think the hubs was using the wide-hippo-angle lense.)

Pit-stop #4 = Hospital.

We arrived around 2p.m. where the doctor told me I was only at 2cm.

What!?!

I told the doctor she had fat fingers.

She said "go take a hike."

Um....no.

This baby was coming the way I had planned the entire 9 months goshdernit...

Quickly, or we were gonna name him Gertrood :)

We took the hike, and I was at 8cm when we returned at 5:15 p.m.

Hallelujah.

I had just finished telling Luke that

if I wasn't at an 8 with the contractions I was having,

I wasn't sure if I could make it without drugs this time.

Our mid-wife then told us she was moving us into a delivery room.

YAY!

I love that moment! 'Cause you know when they are making the preparations for the baby, it's close...

it meant I could almost see the light at the end of the painful tunnel.

I held out as long as I could without pushing(without drugs it's easier that way)

and then hopped up on the bed 10mn before his arrival.

I pushed maybe 4 or 5 times, as opposed to

Afton's push #1 = head; push #2 = whole baby.

And you'd better believe I would have popped Everett out in one shot too,

but the mid-wife was holding me back.

It was def more painful this way,

but the recovery was a bajillion times better because of it!

So thank you mid-wife Melanie!

Stats: 7lbs 14oz and just shy of 21 inches.

About to go home after 72 hrs!

He is such a cuddler. I love it!

Porter, Luke, and Everett...

weighing in at 8.9, 12.9, and 7.14lbs, respectively.

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And we'll leave you on this note :)

Yes, those are her legs.

And yes, we are aware that she shows some resemblance to her Chinese Acrobat uncle.