The night before your birth we finally went to bed around 1 a.m. since we knew we had an early morning wake up call of 5 a.m. Your dad instantly fell asleep after doing yard work all day but I only slept from about 1:30-4. I was just too excited/anxious of the day ahead of us. Knowing that we'd be meeting/holding you at some point in the next day prevented me from settling into a good sleep. I was up before our 5 a.m. alarm went off and finished putting all our last minute things into the hospital bag- phone chargers, daily toiletries, pillows, etc. Your dad got up right on time, got ready, and then loaded up all our stuff into the car. At 5:30 when it came time to say goodbye to your fur siblings, I instantly started crying. I swear Bentley knew what was happening with the look he gave me as he sat at the top of the stairs. I felt so guilty for leaving them for some reason. I was still crying when we backed out of the driveway and your dad made the comment of "The next time we pull up here we'll have someone else with us!" I blame the last of the pregnancy hormones for all the tears. It was a dark and quiet 15 minute drive to the hospital. I'm pretty sure your dad and I were both realizing that this was really happening. We got to Olathe Medical Center, checked in quickly since I'd already pre-registered us, and they sent us on our way up to the 5th floor for the Birthing Center.
Your dad however, had to have his own special episode after the epidural was over :) Your dad had been amazing for us during this- they had me lean on him and he held me so they could put the epidural in my back. He was whispering in my ear the whole time to keep me calm and it really helped. Once they were finished and were taping it on, your dad suddenly let go of me and said he needed to sit down. I looked up and he was white as a ghost. All of the attention suddenly turned to your dad and we worried about making sure he wasn't going to pass out on us and take out our nurse standing behind him. Luckily, sitting down helped and he got his color back. He figured that all the worry for me, adrenaline, and locking his knees made him a little woozy. But once he sat down he was good to go. I told him he was just wanting to have his own moment in the spotlight since everyone was focused on me and you ;)
Nurse Kristi had me switch positions and lay on my right side to encourage you along that last .5 cm. It was just me and Dad in the room at this point and we were so excited it was almost time!! Dad was in total coach mode and was waiting on me hand and foot to make sure I was comfortable and relaxed. He set up the video camera on a shelf behind my head so we could record your delivery. Then we just waited.
At 6:15, the nurses wanted me to start doing practice pushes. Soon after that, practice pushes turned into real pushes and your delivery began. They called Dr. Rita (who had to cancel her hair appointment for you) to head this way and gave me an oxygen mask to use between pushes for you. Pretty sure I needed it more than you though, I'm glad they gave it to me! A whole army was assembled in our room- me and you, your dad, 4-6 nurses at a time since it was during a shift change, plus Dr. Rita later on. I wasn't aware that so many people would be in the room. Your dad said I heard the door open again and remarked, "Someone else joining the party?"
I remember hearing them whisper about paging Dr. Rita again cause she still wasn't there and we were close. At this point I would've let anyone deliver you. Pushing was tiring- there were hardly any breathing breaks between contractions cause they were one after another. I told your dad I was pushing so hard I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. Don't worry, they didn't ;)
I was really getting tired and was giving your dad the "is-this-over-yet-I'm-so-exhausted" look. He was so loving and supportive and told me that we were so close and he could see your head. Hearing that he saw you gave me the last adrenaline I needed. He asked if I wanted to do another one, I said "sure" and one push later out you came at 7:26 p.m. on April 4th, 2013.
Happy birthday Cole Michael Olivier!
Dad's first words were, "He's here!" Seeing you with your Dad was emotional for me- I knew how bad he had wanted a son and couldn't wait to meet you. Watching him hold you for the first time was incredible. He already has big plans for you and all you'll do together. I pray everyday that you grow up to be a man just like your father- he's the best guy I know!
When it was time for Dad to cut the umbilical cord he caused quite a mess! They said you had a thick, healthy cord and Dad struggled to cut through it with the tiny space they gave him to cut. He ended up nicking it just right on the first cut so that blood sprayed out and hit the side of my bed, our nurse, the computers and monitors, the floor, the wall, and the picture hanging on the wall. Dad felt so bad about it cause it was a mess for them to clean!
Weight: 8 pounds 9.6 ounces
Height: 20 inches
Head: 13.5 inches
Chest: 13.75 inches
Hair: Sandy blonde/brown
When we heard your weight, all of us were completely shocked. My response was, "Wait... what was that?!" and Dr. Rita said, "Say that weight again?" You were bigger than we expected sweet boy. Dr. Rita told me she didn't know where I had put all of you because no one expected you to be over 8 pounds. Guess all the Sunny D and Snickers I ate really helped you out. I clearly fed you well.
Cole, you made April 4th easily the best day of our lives so far. You are truly the best gift we have ever received and we love you far more than you'll ever know. You have a wonderful life ahead of you and we can't wait to start this adventure with you! I love you handsome boy!