{ OUR NEW LITTLE ARRIVAL }

Kyler Jay O'Brien

February 9, 2011 1:29 p.m.

8 lbs 1 oz  20 in

My good friend  Meg (who's husband works with Aaron) had her baby girl Emily on the same day!

Our sweet little baby boy arrived! He is so sweet and perfect and we all just adore him. So glad he is here safe and healthy. We feel so blessed to have this new little addition in our family and can't wait to love on him everyday!

For the record (and those who like the "story"):

I was scheduled to get an induction on Wednesday morning. On Tuesday (my due date), I was headed to bed ready to get a good nights rest before the big morning. Well...I didn't quite ever make it to bed. I started feeling a little sick and then by 2:30 a.m. my contractions had started. Going into labor on my own and feeling painful contractions is very new to me because I never had them with my girls until they put me on pitocin. So, I sat up researching online for awhile about whether or not I was really in labor and at what point you're supposed to go in. I did NOT want to go in and have them tell me I'm an idiot and wasn't really in labor. So I tried waiting it out until 7 a.m., which is when I was scheduled to go in. Well...by about 4:30 a.m., Aaron told me that I was being silly, was definitely in labor and that we were going in. We called my sweet friend Brittanie and she headed over to watch the girls. (on a side note: I went in to kiss the girls and Hallie had woken up. I told her that I was going in to have the baby and she said, "Wait! Take Kinter! She'll help you!" (Kinter is her pillow pet :)))

They admitted me to the hospital and by this point I was hurting pretty bad. We had to wait for awhile because they were just doing shift changes and all I could think about was how bad I wanted an epidural. I honestly have no idea why people would do it without! It is so heavenly!!! I was dying!

So I got my epidural when I was dilated to about a 5 and things were going great after that. The babies baseline heartrate was low to begin with, but they seemed to not be too worried about it. I reached a 7, and that's when things started to get a little scary. The contractions were coming too frequently (more than one a minute), and every time I contracted the babies heart rate dropped concerningly low without enough time between contractions to come back up. They had me move around to a few different positions but it didn't really help. Next thing I know, about 8 people rush into the room, have worried looks all over their faces, lots of talking, turning, putting oxygen on me and then I hear, "It looks like we are headed for a c-section. We are concerned about the baby." They start prepping me for it.They gave me a shot of adrenaline to try and slow my contractions down, along with some other things that made me shake uncontrollably. I start panicking, crying, telling them I really didn't want to have a c-section, etc. I had never felt such a worry before. It's hard when you see the doctors and nurses being worried and concerned and not knowing what to do. I was so worried that this little sweetie wasn't going to make it.
Well I did lots of quick praying and promising to the Lord in those scary minutes and I honestly know this is why things went up hill. Prayer works and Heavenly Father watches over us. Soon after, Dr. Funk (who had been in clinic 25 min. away all morning) made it and all of a sudden the baby started to do better, and we were able to avoid having a c-section. I relaxed a little more, and just knew things were going to be okay. Dr. Funk checked me and said that I was dilated to a 10, 100% effaced and the baby's head had dropped more. The midwife who had been by my side the whole time and was so great, couldn't believe it. I did one push, and our sweet little guy arrived! His umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck and his chest!

I am just so thankful for this sweet little angel. We had a few scares, but it all worked out and he is perfect! This was for sure my worst/scariest labor and delivery, but I know that things could have been much worse. Guess sometimes you have to have a few scares along the way, right?

We have struggled with a name. We had about 8 to choose from and couldn't decide. We left the hospital still with no name :). My sister Chelsey said, "How do you leave the hospital without picking a name yet?" I told her I hadn't had time to think about it. And she said, "You've had 9 months!" ha ha. Well, we decided on Kyler Jay. Hallie is so excited because she's wanted to call him Ky from the beginning. Jay was Aaron's Grandpa's middle name and was a big role in Aaron's childhood. Peyton however, says, "His name is BOY! It not gonna be Ky. Howie call him Ky and I call him Boy!" We love our little Kyler and are so thankful he's part of our family!