April 3rd, 2008 at 2:10pm Cooper Matthew decided to make his grand entrance into this world!
He came in weighing 7lbs. 10oz., 20.5" long and looking for food.
I started having contractions at 2:00am on the 3rd, but wasn't sure if they were going to stay around or if they were going to go away. I had been having them the day before, but by that evening they were gone. I got out of bed at 4:00am and decided I would start to pack. The contractions had become about 6-8 minutes apart and were starting to hurt a little. By 6:45am we were at St. John's, waiting to see if we were going to be admitted. We were.
After much much discussion with the nurse, Matt and my mom, I decided to have an epidural. I didn't have one with Chloe and thought I might try and have this baby with out. I decided I wanted to enjoy every moment and be able to remember everything that happened AND the only reason I was going to go with out the epidural was purely pride. Once I was able to swallow my pride (and a little fear of the epidural) I asked for one to be ordered. It wasn't bad. I always thought you couldn't feel or move your legs, but that wasn't the case. I could still move and roll and kind of feel my legs. Another BIG reason for the epidural? Matt was going to get to deliver the baby and I wanted to see it and remember everything that went along with him getting to experience that. It was well worth it!
We were the first to arrive that morning. I don't think anyone was in the rooms when we got there. Have you seen the Friends episode where Rachel goes in to have the baby and all these women come in AFTER her and they ALL deliver BEFORE her? Yeah, that was me. My nurse said I was neck and neck with another one of her patients and she thought I would go first. I laughed and told her that probably wasn't going to happen and then I mentioned that episode and we all laughed. Well, the other girl went before me! My labor didn't go as fast as most women on their second plus delivery's. My Dr. even commented the next morning on how slow my labor went.
I ended up tearing in two spots, but only one got stiches. I chose my Dr. because he's not an episiotomy man, he's a tear man. I personally would rather tear than be cut; my opinion only. Even though I tore worse with Cooper than with Chloe I am not as sore with him. A friend of mine said, "That's one of God's little graces. Megan, you will see those little graces happen a lot with your second." She's right! I was so sore with Chloe that I couldn't move for about 1 full week. Don't get me wrong, I am pretty sore, especially today, but I am able to walk.
Back to the delivery...
My sister took a bunch of X rated photos of the delivery and of Matt bringing Cooper out into the world, but I didn't want to post them, even though I was going to edit them.
Matt getting to deliver his son was so so amazing! I just laid there and watched a father go goo-goo and all soft in an instance. Cooper came out and Matt yelled, "It's a boy!" He had so much joy, it was like he was on drugs, but I think he would say it felt better than any drug anyone could ever take. I asked him to write about it in Cooper's baby book, "I don't think I can put it into words, Megan."
Matt was on cloud 9 when Chloe Joy was born and he stood guard over her the whole time after her birth, but this was a different experience; Matt got to bring his flesh and blood into the world. So cool!
Cooper came out, I was in awe.
A few hours later, we were finally put into our room and we ate PF Changs (that's my reward for having babies) and talked with family and friends. My dad is pretty fired up, he got his first grandson on April 3rd. He has been wanting one of those for quite some time now. His wish was granted.
When Cooper came out first thing I saw was a bright bright red glob of skin. I knew it was the private parts of what ever it was we were having, but I didn't get that I was looking at a little set of balls, for lack of a better word. I thought it was a girl and she had something wrong with her. I actually panicked inside for approximately 1-2 seconds and then it clicked; I was looking at a boy! Relief!