COOPER ANDREW!!!

He is FINALLY here!!!  Cooper Andrew.... born on his ACTUAL due date of 09-23-09 @ 23:09! (I thought that was pretty dang cool!)  Anyways, the day he was born, I had been having contractions that whole night and I waited to call the hospital until the morning onl to be told, "well, we would like the contractions to be closer together before you come in, but we won;t stop you from coming in..."  what the heck I thought.  Oh well... I cleaned the house a bit and got ready because I had that feeling.  Andy and I dropped off Kronk at my parents and headed down around 8:30ish and I was admitted around 10 am.  I was dilated at a 4 when I got there and a 5 when admitted.  My labor was really good (weird).  I had lots of back pain, but nothing intolerable.  I was just starving! (Note to self... eat before going to the hospital!) 

At around 4 pm the nurse proudly said, "well I think you will have ths baby before I go home at 6!"  It was like she jinxed it.  The dilating came to a screeching halt at 8.5 cm.  I was at 8.5 for over 5 hrs before the c-sec.  Cooper was tangled in the umbilical cord, his neck specifically.  Everytime I had a contraction his heart rate went to the low 50s.  So, after pitocin, fetal heart monitor, amnio infusion, epidural and hours of oxygen and flipping from side to side, they decided a c-sec was the safe way to go.  Personally I didn't care.  I wasn't one of the people who had to go all natural in the first place.  Whatever was best for me and the baby was my philosophy from the very beginning.

So, the sad thing about going in to the operating room was that I couldn't say anything to my parents and friends.  They were asked to leave when the dr wanted me to try pushing.  Then, they literally took me away very quickly.  Thank goodness Andy was in the room because if he wasn't, I don't know if he would have been there for surgery!  I felt nothing during the procedure.  I couldn't even feel my arms I had so much stuff in me.  I tried to adjust my non-rebreather mask and literally dropped my hand on my face. I laughed a bit.  Anyways, after a few minutes... the baby was out.  I remember asking Andy like three times if he was still a boy and how much he weighed.  Turns out he was still a boy and he weighed 6lbs 3 oz.  (I won the guessing game on that one!!!)  I saw him and told Andy I think he looks like a Cooper... so, there he was, our little Coopman!

We stayed in the hospital for three days and had lots of family and friends come by.  It was nice!  We are very loved!  We have been home a little over a week now... time flies for sure.  We are settling in with Cooper and his ever changing (for the better) schedules.  Kronk came home for a day and was totally depressed.  It is super sad for me to see him that way.  Cooper is just a little more high maintenance then Kronk and Kronk doesn't understand.  

Cooper is just so small and cute.  Andy tells him everyday how cute he is.  He is definatly a proud papa.  He has been such a help to me because of my hindered recovery!  Let's just say he has been peed on many times!  It's all good though and we are having fun learning about babies everyday.  I can say that when he gets sick for the first time I am going to freak out.  I can't imagine anything happening to such an innocent guy.  We can't wait to bring on the good times!