I realize that this story is taking a long time but I promise that I am wrapping it up; I figure, 4 days of labor, 4 days of posts.
So there I was laying in the operating room scared, tired and anxious but mostly excited to finally be at the end where I was going to meet my very first baby. After I was prepped, Jeremiah came in and they got started. We were in there for maybe 10 minutes when all of a sudden I heard them say, it's a BOY and then he started crying...and then I started crying. I was so excited to see him but since he had meconium in his water and they need to suction his throat and clean him up I had to wait. It seemed like an eternity but then they brought him around I got my first look at my baby and I was so IN LOVE. I was really drowsy from all the meds and from not sleeping for so long so I was worried that I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes open long enough to see the little guy but as soon as I did, I was wide awake and just wanted to hold him. Of course my arms were strapped down so I couldn't so all I could do was kiss him as Jeremiah held him next to my face and give him little Eskimo kisses but still I was totally in LOVE. I did however think to myself, "wow that's a chubby swollen face" but he was still so beautiful. Jeremiah kept saying how he thought he looked like my dad, which I didn't and still don't see, but I was so amazed at all his hair when they took his hat off. I had been imagining for 9 months (well maybe longer) what he would look like and while he didn't look like I had imagined, for some reason I thought he would have light hair, I immediately recognized him like I had known him all my life. Even now, 6 weeks later, when I look at him I feel as if he has always been a part of me and I have dreamt about him or I have seen him before. To me he is the most beautiful thing, person, being that I have ever seen and I feel like I have always had him and he was always meant to be mine.
After about an hour and a half they were finally done stiching me back up and putting me back together, Jeremiah said it looked like a bomb had gone off inside me, we finally got wheeled out and I FINALLY got to hold my little Eli.
Well that is the whole birth story of our Eil Buster, four parts later seems like a lot but I wanted to make sure I recorded it all. He is such a wonderful blessing and perfect addition to our lives and nothing could make us happier than having him here with us happy and healthy, no matter how much drama it took to get him here.