Cuz I ain't in no hurry today...

Meet Harvey Lamar Eborn.

Born 5/5/2012

7lbs. 14oz.

20 inches

Here's his story:

*Note:  I realize that there are many of women that have a rough time during their pregnancy and delivering.  If you are one of them-you don't want to read this.  You'll probably curse me.

Saturday morning

6:00a: I call into L&D to find out if I'm still ok to go in for my inducement appointment at 7a.  I'm good to go.

6:30a:  I have rushed Brent to get to our appointment on time and we are in the truck headed out of the driveway and he has forgotten his sunglasses.  I curse him under my breath as he runs in to grab them.

6:32a: I receive a phone call from L&D that they are busy and under staffed and that we should call in again around 9.  (Funny note* as this is going on, the radio is playing, Ain't in no hurry today by Zac Brown Band--we laugh.)  We decide to go out to breakfast, but after I have gotten "more ready" for the day.  (I'm so glad I went back in to put a bra on-- I didn't before since I figured I would just have to strip down into a hot hospital gown anyways.  I was trying to be logical about this people...)  

7:00-ish a:  I finish getting ready for the day and we leave en route a la Boise to Brent's favorite breakfast hub, Roosters.

7:30-ish a: We arrive at Roosters (where they know him by name and know what he orders).  Because they love Brent they are super nice there  and let us come in early as they don't open until 8.  They order a hearty Cowboy Skillet for Brent and a Egg and Bacon Pita for me--(delish!) 

8:10a:  We finish breakfast...now what?  

8:11a:  Car wash it is.  Why not?

8:20a:  Truck is squeaky clean.  Now what?

8:21a:  Head to the hospital just in case we go in at 9?  Ok.

8:30:  Arrive at the hospital and go up to floor 2, to L&D.  They turn us away and tell us we have to wait and call them at 9a.

9:00a:  We call L&D--once again.  Once again they are still tied up with other deliveries.  We are told they'll call us at 11a to see where they are...but it's looking like today isn't going to be my delivery day. Hm..

9:01a:  Now what?

9:20a:  Arrive at my aunt and uncle's house where my mom, dad, and Everlie are staying to kill some time.  My mom is not very happy I am still preganant.

11:00a:  No phone call.

11:10a:  No phone call.

11:15a: No phone call.  Hm...

11:20a: I call L&D.  Lady said she isn't sure if I can come in.  She will talk to my Dr. and call me back in a half an hour.  Prepare to wait some more.

11:45a:  I receive a call back from L&D.  Come on in.  

11:46a:  We took a deep breath crossed our fingers and headed back to the hospital.

12:00p:  Arrive and am checked into the hospital.

12:20p:  Still waiting...

12:30p:  "Ashlie Eborn, we're ready for you."

by 1:30p:  I am hooked up to all sorts of great things:  an IV, (that took three times to take- I have the awesome bruises to prove it. ) Penicillin, Pit, heart monitor, arm cuff and 85 pillows stuffed under me.  (Apparently the pillow queen was on call...sweet lady tho.)  The nurse (pillow queen) asked if I want my epidural now-Brent cut in and said yes.  I told her that I could probably wait and see if I would need one.  I'm pretty tough, ya know.  Brent laughs and tells the nurse not to listen to me, to go ahead and call the anesthetist because I will need one.  ASAP.  I think for a moment and reluctantly agree.

1:45p:  I have my first "real" contraction.   Where are my DRUGS???!!!  I remember why I enjoyed my epidural from my last experience.  Contractions are a killa!  A few more contractions come.  I almost die. Thank you Brent for knowing me all too well.

by 2:00p:  Drugs are administered. 

2:05p:  Ah... I feel good (na na nanananana) I know that I would (na na nanananana).  So good. (na na)  

So good.  I got you (da da da da da da)!

Getting bored yet?  Don't worry, I'm almost done.

2:20-ish p:  Brent is starving (so am I, but I only get Sprite).  He goes down to the cafeteria to get some grub.

2:50p:  Nurses come in and tell me I'm ready and the Dr. has been called.  Where is Brent?  Trying to have the nurses find my cell phone while I point and grunt.  They give up.

2:56p:  Brent shows up.  (Phew!!)

2:57p:  Dr. comes in.  Pleasantries are exchanged.

3:00p:  Dr. sits down.  

3:01p:  I push once along with a couple of half pushes.

3:02p:  Baby is on my chest, purple and screaming.

3:03p:  I'm kinda slow and confused as to...wait what just happened here??   Whaaa??

And the rest is pretty much history:)  And I'm sure you hate me, but it was glorious and I'm taking it and running with it BAHAHAHAHA!

Just kidding.  It was such a great moment because with Everlie I didn't get to hold her right away.  She had meconium in the womb and was whisked away by NICU before I could even get a glimpse of her.  I got to hold Harvey the whole time while my placenta was being delivered-(which took 15 minutes if that helps you hate me less).  Brent and I spent the next hour and a half or so with him all to ourselves while my drugs (glorious drugs!) wore off and I could walk again.
 

Once we got up to our penthouse suite maternity room we just oohed and aahhed at how beautiful he was (and I ordered everything but the kitchen sink off the menu).  Eventually we called my family who dropped everything and rushed right over to see him.

Everlie was a little freaked out about where she was and why her momma in the ugliest nightgown she'd ever seen, and what is this moving dolly doing here?  He started to cried and then she began to cry because I think he scared her.  Sweet little thing.

   

We're on week two on having two kids and it's so wonderful.  I love it.  It is difficult at times-anyone who tells you differently is either a liar or a really amazing and organized person, but I wouldn't trade it anything for the world.   Everlie has warmed up to Harvey and will even give him tickles and beep his nose.  Samee has resumed her position of baby protector from the vacuum and life is good.  Tiresome, but good.

I love my two kiddos!

...and their daddy.

*Funny note-but Brent pointed out to me that Everlie's birthday is on Pearl Harbor Day and Harvey's is on Cinco de Mayo... Apparently we  like to have kids on eventful days.  Go figure?