September 13, 2009 was a big day. It just so happened that Katy and I had my kids that weekend. It was the last weekend that Carrson, Addalyn and Sadee would be with us before they made the final move with their mom to Idaho.
Addalyn woke up around 1:00 am and came downstairs to get me. I carried her back upstairs and snuggled her until she fell back asleep. I couldn't help it, I fell asleep with my arm around her until Katy came up to get me around 6:00 am. She took hold of my hand and led me back down the stairs and I got into bed. At least, this is how I remember it.
Right when I got in, she said, "I think my water broke."
I popped my head up with a WHOA! "We probably need to go to the hospital."
Probably.... And then I was dumb enough to take a shower before we left. I don't think I was quite alert, but Katy was still doing ok. She said her contractions weren't really close anyway, so I didn't beat myself up too much.
We called Meagan and Hubert and they came over to watch the kids while we left. Their mom, Tina, came to get them a little while later to take them home to Idaho.
When we got to the hospital, they got her checked in and everything, and when she got checked she was at a 5. Baby Time!
Her mom and sisters started showing up a little after she got her epidural, and then the nurse added the pit to her IV. Things started moving pretty fast from there.
We didn't know if her doctor was going to be there, because he was on call for another hospital. All of a sudden he showed up and Katy was so happy to see him. He figured he could juggle the two hospitals, and it turned out he was right. Dr. Johnson is his name.
Shortly thereafter, Katy made it to 10, and the nurse called for the doctor so he started making his way back. The nurse got everything ready for Kate to start pushing and wanted to see how Kate would do, so I got on one side of her holding a leg, and her mom was on the other. The nurse gave a ten-count for Katy's first pushing contraction, and she did great. She had Kate do another ten-count and again, Katy did great. Once more and had to cut the count off because the baby was on its way out. She did another short count and stopped it. Baby was just about there. So she asked Kate to wait just a little bit for the doc.
As soon as he got there, he got ready and had Katy push. He had to stop her because she was getting him out too fast and I don't think he was quite ready. Then he told her to just cough or grunt, and that would do it. Anyway, one more small push and the baby was out, and tears started flying. I admit some were mine.
Katy did so well and when little baby boy was on her chest wrapped up I decided we needed to count the fingers and toes. An extra digit here and there runs in my family, so I had to make sure, and Katy realized the same when I started counting out loud. It was sweet.
We named him, Boston.
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