Our little Christmas Boy

Yes, its been a while...

...too much to cover in one post. Instead of writing about the past I'm going to start with DB's first profressional pictures. Check out photographer's blog:

http://www.patsybrownblog.com/

New DB Pictures

Hope you enjoy the pictures!

The Proud Grandparents

About to head Home

Little Boy Blue

First Asleep Smile Caught On Camera

How it all happened...

...or at least what I remember. ;) I figured I needed to go ahead and post this story before I forgot the details of D.B.'s birth and birthday. So, rewind to my last post before he was born (August 27th) I got little sleep the night before and had a feeling he was coming soon. After that posting I started feeling weird. Luckily Dean came home at lunch and got to hear my long list of weird feelings. I was really uncomfortable, back aching, thought I had a fever, somewhat regular contractions, but my biggest worry was that I wasn't feeling any kicks. And this baby knew how to kick. Dean and I tried everything cold drink, soda, poking & patting my belly, reading to him, changing positions...nothing. The more we tried the more emotional I became so we decided to pack up for the hospital. We thought it was a little silly to go ahead and bring our overnight bags at first, but it was a good decision in the end. After arriving at the hospital and lots of tears we heard D.B.'s strong heartbeat...relief! Dean had emailed my doctor before we left the house and she showed up within 10 minutes of us being there...more relief. She went ahead and checked me and I was dilated 2 cm...not much change, but my contractions were pretty strong and 5 minutes apart. Doc wanted to check fetal movement through a 30 minute ultrasound even though the heartbeat was strong. During the 30 minutes of the ultrasound we saw zero movement. Worry is slowly creeping its way back into my mind, but a few seconds later I heard the words "we are admitting you and you will be induced" which totally caught me off guard. Lots of emotions were running through my mind at this point and I'm sure Dean can fully describe more. Then the whirl wind started...IV first, which was traumatic in itself b/c it took FOUR (yes, 4) tries before they could get it in. (side note: I really, really, REALLY don't like needles and given my vulnerable state the extra pokes were not helping) Then we made it to our labor and delivery room where we would spend the night waiting for D.B.'s arrival. Neither one of us of got a whole lot of sleep, but things progressed pretty quickly in the scheme of things. I will not expand on all the details of the evening, night and early morning, but not everything was perfect to say the least. The epidural didn't work on my lower back and the word pain had a whole new meaning. Dean was wonderful and stood by and held my hand through it all which was a huge comfort and although I wasn't into talking to people that night Dean read out all the nice text messages that people sent. Thank you for all the prayers...we needed them. In the midst of night D.B.'s heartbeat remained constant; even during the pushing portion. Doc came back to the hospital around 4:00 am and was pleased and ready for me to push. D.B. arrived at 6:42 am and looked so precious right from the beginning...a healthy, happy 8 lb 6 oz baby boy! Doc admitted how shocked she was with his weight...no one thought he was that big, but maybe that's why he wasn't moving - he had run out of space. ;) Dean and I both are very thankful for the wonderful doctors and nurses at Portsmouth Naval Hospital (except for the guys putting in my IV). We had a great hospital stay and felt like that care was excellent.



Both sets of grandparents drove through the night to meet their new grandson. They somehow arrived looking fresh and very awake! I was impressed! It was a very special time.



The rest of Friday was a blur to be honest. I have blurry memories of holding my new baby and seeing Dean transition into being an awesome father to our new son. Its totally amazing how quickly your heart welcomes this new little being into your life. I love you D.B.



Pictures to follow tomorrow:)

Dean Blaine Farmer, III

8 lbs, 6 oz of pure joy! Born August 28, 2009! We are so happy that "D.B" arrived on Friday! We are all doing great!
More later...thanks for checking in!

Getting ready for baby D.B.'s arrival

Last night was not a restful night at the Farmer house. Dean had trouble falling asleep (which is beyond rare), our child decided he would try to run a marathon inside my belly and I of course was wide awake making strange grunting noises at all the kicks I was receiving. Gabby was the only one who snoozed through everything. After Dean and baby D.B. settled down I tired to fall asleep, but was up every few minutes going to the bathroom or thinking about going to the bathroom. Sometime between bathroom breaks and 4:30am I slept...I think. At about 5 a.m. I started having braxton hicks/real contractions about every 10 minutes. (Yes, I actually squinted at the clock across the room every ten min) It's hard to tell if they are real contractions b/c although they are VERY uncomfortable/painful I could breathe through them - and from what I've gathered every one's description of these contractions are different. So, at 6am I decided to get up drink lots of water and move around to see if that changed the 10 minute cycle. It did. They (the bh/contractions) slowed down to about every 15 minutes. After I fed Gabby she went upstairs to wake up dad. Once Dean was up I convinced him to go for a walk with me. It was so nice and cool outside - the sun was rising - just a beautiful morning! The walk was painful for me, but hopefully it helped get this labor process started. Which brings me to my next point...Tropical Storm Danny. Low pressure = labor, right? Isn't that what I've heard all my life growing up on the Gulf Coast? I guess you can tell from this post that I am ready to meet my little guy and hoping that he will arrive safely sometime this weekend! Only time will tell...

A sunrise picture from our walk this morning (39 wks)
A picture outside Portsmouth Naval Hospital monday afternoon before our most recent dr.'s appointment (sorry for cutting off your head sweetie)

No baby yet

Had a great Dr.'s appointment today! 1.5 cm dilated & 50% effaced...when will D.B. come?...who knows!

We'll keep you updated on any happenings at the Farmer house!