February 3, 2013 was one of the most emotional days I've ever experienced. You name it and I felt it within a 24 hour period. My water broke at 2:00 in the morning on that day. I was so thrilled I got up and did a little dance and told Jeff to wake up. We gathered our things and were on our way to the hospital. After 5 hours of contractions I thought I had for sure dilated to a 6 or 7, but no, I had only gone to a 2. At that point I thought, what am I doing? I then told the nurse to go get the anesthesiologist - a.k.a my hero. With a few needle pricks I was in heaven. As the hours passed, we watched the super bowl, ate some popsicles and slept. Around 10 pm, I was getting nervous that I was going to have to have a C-section, but then the nurse came in, checked me and told me I was ready to go. The doctor arrived at 10:30 and the pushing began. 30 minutes later, our little baby boy arrived.
This is right after the nurse had told me that I was ready for active labor. I was so nervous. I didn't know what to expect and was sobbing. Once pushing began, I started laughing, because it was so easy and I didn't know why I was so nervous. Maybe I wouldn't have laughed if pushing had been longer.
These are my happy tear faces. I could not stop crying. I finally got to hold my little Garrett. Even though it took almost a full day for him to arrive, it was totally worth it.
It's amazing how much love I have for this little human being. It feels as though my life is complete.
One happy dad.