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!
Madi was very sweet when she came to meet her brother. She was gentle and loving and had all sorts of questions about 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!