The day he came part 2....

So, Chris and I are just kind of looking at each other. He is trying to keep me calm and I am trying not to hyperventilate. The surgery has started now.

My doctor says to me, "Okay, I am removing your old scar now," to which I reply, "You don't have to tell me." I would rather not discuss anything that has to do with my insides while I lie there awake and be cut open. She says okay and then they all just act like they are out to lunch or something. They just talk about their kids and vacations and stuff the whole time. I guess that's okay. That's better than them being nervous and me hearing that in their voices like it was with Mckenzee.

I started feeling sleepy. I looked at Keith and said, "Did you give me that sleepy medicine? I don't want any sleepy medicine." He told me he gave me just enough to take the edge off and he wouldn't give me anymore.

Then, less than 10 minutes in we heard him. He came out with the cutest cry. Chris and I just looked at each other. He said, "He's here!" I just kept saying "oh, oh, oh." I loved his cry and I loved him already. Chris started taking pictures right away. They brought him around to see me real quick before cleaning him up. I remember thinking that he looked just like his Daddy.

They moved the curtain a little so I could watch them getting him measured and stuff. Chris was right there with them taking pictures. The poor little thing was just screaming his head off. The doctor said he had pretty strawberry blonde hair. After they wrapped him up they gave him to Chris and when Chris talked to him he calmed down. It is just the coolest thing how babies recognize your voice. He brought him to me and I kissed his face. I kept wanting to touch his face. He was just so soft. Chris just held him in the chair next to me and kept taking his picture. He got really good ones. He wasn't red or squished or anything. He was so cute.

I felt pretty sleepy then. I kept wanting to look at him, but it was hurting my neck. Chris told me to just close my eyes until it was over, that it was okay to relax. I did. I just laid there and waited and every now and then I would look over at my sweet husband holding our son.

They finally finished. I didn't feel sleepy anymore. They moved me over to my recovery bed and I got to hold him. I just kept wanting to rub my lips on his soft face. It's no wonder Mckenzee loves to do that now. He is so soft. He laid next to me on the way back to our room. When we got there I was able to sit up and nurse him. Without giving to much information for you....that went well. I was glad.

Chris handed me a James Avery bag. He had written a sweet card for me and inside was a red box with two rings inside. One had a peridot stone. That is Mckenzee's birthstone. The other one had a garnet stone for Riley. It was such a sweet and thoughtful gift that he did all on his own. I'll have to post a picture of them. We talked about how cute our son was and decided we were ready for Big Sister to come meet him and Chris went to get her and tell my parents that everything was okay.

Man, this is getting long......more soon.