We welcomed Emmitt Matthew at 1:03 a.m. on Wednesday, August 24th. He caught us by surprise (Surprise, really? How could we be surprised when I was 11 days overdue, right?). I was sort of in denial that my body can actually go into labor and I was scheduled to be induced on the 26th, but thankfully Emmitt had other plans!
My water broke around 9:20 on Tuesday night, much to my surprise. Matt was at a friend's house playing darts, Madi was sound asleep and I was cleaning like a mad lady. I sent Matt a text and told him that I thought my water had broke and he came home rather quickly. I wasn't in any pain (contractions started pretty quick and were happening every 3 minutes, but weren't painful) and I still had a lot of things I wanted to get done... including pack my bags. We called my mom and she came over to stay with Madi and we were off to the hospital by 10:30!
It took us a while to get all checked in. Apparently dripping on the floor doesn't constitute a sure thing that your water had broken, so instead I spent an hour in the triage room to convince the nurse that I was truly in labor. We were escorted to Room 8 a little before midnight and I was starting to get rather uncomfortable (and sort of whiny, I suppose). I remember making comments like, "I don't really want to do this. I just want to go to sleep. It's past my bedtime." I was reassured that I didn't really have a choice and right when I decided an epidural would be well worthy of all of its negative drawbacks my midwife checked me and told me I was going to have a baby. Duh, right? Then she told me what she was actually trying to convey was that I wouldn't be getting my epidural, which is when I got sort of annoyed. Ten minutes later, if even that, Emmitt graced this world with his high-pitched screaming and I breathed a giant sigh of relief! I was SO glad it was over!
And we were SO excited to meet him!
Here's Matt's baby picture to prove it:
Emmitt is a sweet, snuggly little boy that has the world's worst gas EVER, but we sure love him!