Back on May 22, after I had finished everything I needed to for the elementary school field day, I knew that I could go into labor. Even though there was still one week left of school, PE was not "needed" and I was sure that having a baby over Memorial day weekend would be the best because Kory would get to spend time with us instead of time in the computer lab, getting ready for finals. Well, Memorial day weekend came and went with only slight indications of labor.Throughout the weekend I had been having erratic but painful contractions. I went to school and taught those next few days after Memorial day, still very pregnant and still having random contractions. On Thursday night, May 28, I started having consistent and painful contractions. About every 10-15 minutes I would have one minute of serious pain. I could not sleep that night, so I spent my time pacing the living room. At about 2 am I made Kory get up and walk around the block with me because I was beginning to go nuts. He was a less than sympathetic husband...he was still very much asleep and didn't realize I was serious when I said I
was in labor. He told me to turn on a movie and to let him sleep. So I watched "Hitch" and labored by myself in the living room. I didn't want to go to the hospital until the contractionswere closer together, so I waited. The morning of May 29 was long, I slept in 10 minute stretches and just waited. Kory had to go to school to finish a project, so we promised to stay in touch and I waited. I had a doctor's appointment that afternoon so I went, fully expecting to be able to go back home and labor more at home. The good news was I was dilated to a 3, which means I was in labor.The bad news was that the doctor thought that the baby, who was head down before, had flipped. So he did an ultra sound and discovered that it was true. The doctor,because I was in labor, wanted to do a c-section right away because it would be harder to get the baby out, the
further down he dropped. A c-section was the last thing I wanted. I had planned, from the beginning to have a vaginal birth, but also to do it naturally. I was very upset by this point because I was supposed to go right over to the hospital to get checked in for surgery. Kory was still at school and I didn't have a way to contact him. When I finally was able to contact him, with the help of Kristy and a friend, I was in tears. I really needed someone else with me to calm me down and reassure me that everything would be okay. I went over to the hospital alone, and after much waiting, he finally was able to get there. We had the doctor come in and explain again why I would not attempt a vaginal birth with a breech baby. Really it all came down to a few factors, one, it is dangerous for a baby to go feet first through a birth canal; and two, trying to flip him was impossible because he was forty weeks (no room), plus not enough fluid. It was so nice to have Kory there with
me as the doctor talked because he helped me to stay calm and understand that a c-section would be the best option. May 29, at 6:41, Isaac was born. He was 8 lbs, 7 oz and 19.5 inches long. It's hard to explain the emotion I felt during the surgery and when I finally heard and saw my baby. I couldn't get back to him fast enough. Unfortunately, after they pulled Isaac out, I felt serious pain and the doctors had to give me a little bit of morphine, before I knew it I was asleep and waking up again. I forced myself to stay awake after they woke me up so I could get downstairs to my baby. Kory and I enjoyed our time together, wondering at the little miracle that was ours. Over the next few days, and even now, I find myself just looking at Isaac and thanking God for such a beautiful, healthy baby. Maybe it's just the post partum emotions, but even now I get teary eyed thinking of my sleeping boy. He is an angel and I will stop writing so I can download these pictures!
It seems like everytime I put Isaac in an outfit, he spits up all over it. So, sometimes he just gets to hang out in his diaper...so I have resorted to calling him Hercules. I don't know why, I am pretty sure Hercules wore a tunic type thing, but hey, it's cute. We have also resorted to calling Isaac "Turtle", because when he is laying on his belly, or I am burping him, he pulls his head back and then flings it forward...it makes Kory think of a turtle, but I personally think he looks like he's head banging, so that's what I say...headbanger. Which is kind of funny because if you have ever seen Mamma Mia, one character, Harry Bright (Colin Firth), happens to have had the nick name Headbanger. And I can only remember that because we just watched it the other day and I had already started calling Isaac a headbanger. 
This is a fun picture because his arm should be inside that sleeve, but he is quite the restless sleeper at times and so it was no surprise that he wiggled his way out of that sleeve. 
Aunt Paige gave Isaac a little mohawk/fohawk (it's hard to distinguish which because of his lack of hair). 
