Poor Baby

Our golden retriever, Georgia, has proved to be a great family dog since we brought Cole home from the hospital. However, today I think she just needed me to remember that she was my first baby and that she still needs a little attention.

I'm that Mom...

But let me explain.... he's so cute. I want to post all the pictures because he's so cute. And he isn't doing much so I have a lot of picture taking time. So there. Take it or leave it. I'm that mom.

Cole David

Cole is a really good sleeper. Just like his Mommy.

To bad Daddy can't sleep this good.

Our friend Rusty brought custard for the whole floor when Cole was born.

Father and Son

Cole was pretty jaundice, so he had to sleep in the Billy Suitcase for a couple of days.

Asleep

Asleep

Awake

Yarn is for what Daddy?

Hiccups

Didn't see that coming. Well....

I at least didn't see it coming that quick. No lie, as soon as I put the computer down from blogging that last post, the second I hit "publish post", my water broke. Seriously I still can't believe it.

Sunday after noon, around four, Chris and I had just gotten home from a wonderful marriage retreated in Fort Worth and decided to take a much needed nap. (Ha, naps have a whole new meaning now!) I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions all weekend and my feet were the most swollen that had ever been. We laid down around 5:30pm, I woke up around 7:30pm and Chris slept until 9:30pm. Chris taking that long of nap was a total Godsend, he never takes naps like that. Around that time, our friend Doug called to see if we wanted to come over and play some games. (Our friends, Russ & Katherine Edwards were in town and we wanted to sneak in some extra time with them. Not to mention my husband can't resist a good game at the Servens.) We were both feeling pretty good, so we walked the 2 blocks to their house.

When we got there the boys played games and had a few beers, and Julie, Katherine and I talked about being Moms and the impending delivery, yada yada. 11:00 rolled around and I was feeling tired again and considered walking home alone. This wouldn't have been out of the ordinary, Chris often stayed later than me, and walking home isn't that long of venture. However, I decided to stick it out and do some facebooking and of course the Blog. That's when it happened.

Like I said before, it was only seconds between hitting "publish" and put the laptop on the coffee table, that I felt a pop and then a rush of fluid forming a puddle around me. For a split second, I considered the possibility that I had indeed urinated on myself. After surveying the amount of fluid, this notion quickly let my mind, and the words, "Oh my gosh...I think my water just broke" bubbled out of my mouth. All I remember is all four of the boys at the dinner room table standing up at the same time and just looking at me. (Did I mention that my water just broke all over my friends couch? Ahhh!) Some Krammy rushes over and helps me up and I just stand there in disbelief. It really did take a few minutes of convincing for me to realize that it actually was time, and that I wouldn't be walking home to "see what happens", but that I really needed to go to the hospital.

So that's what we did. We wrapped my bottom half with a towel and piled into the car, drove a few blocks to the hospital and checked it. It was 1:00am by this point.

We will save the rest of the delivery story for the next post.

What are you looking forward to more?

We talked about this in the car on the way to campus last week. What will we be more relieved to be over with: the current presidential election, which has been going on for what seems like years; or this pregnancy, things are getting a little uncomfortable. Either way, they will both be over, God willing, in 29 days. Crazy.

I hope you realize that we are truly more excited about having are baby in our arms than Bush being out of the White House, but I'm sure you can see the conflict of emotion. Reality is starting to sink in these days. I have currently been really anxious and "really ready to be done". But am I? Really ready? Eh..... I'm not so sure. This is big time. Life. A new life. In our care? FOREVER. Seems like a pretty bad idea to me. Voting I can do. Electing a president for 4 years of service. Big responsibility sure, but seems like just a drop in the bucket when you consider the other things going on with us.

I will say however, even with the fear of being responsible for a new life, and the fear and promise that we will unavoidably screw this new little life up (even really good parents do), I am comforted by this piece of wisdom passed on to me by many ladies from our church: "We may not be perfect parents, but we are the perfect parents for this child."
Meaning: God has made this baby for us, and us for this baby. He will have entrusted us, not by mistake, but by His perfect will, to be the particular parents for this particular child. This is His plan, and we can rest in that.

So while I'm on the verge of freaking out about being a mother, I am also excited to see what God has planned for us. And maybe, if you're lucky, I will hopefully be better about sharing what He is doing, right here...with all of you...on our blog...maybe.