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| 5 days overdue and ready to pop |
Our sweet new baby, Silas Carvell Myler, was born on Sunday, September 2, at 6:07 p.m. in the front seat of our Toyota Camry.
Here is the story in Conrad's words:
By 5pm Sunday Bekah's water hasn't broken yet but her contractions are consistently 8-10 minutes apart, and she's diligently recording each one because she's hurting and the OB had said to wait until they were 4 minutes apart to come in. Finally she says, "Just take me, I want an epidural."
I know better than to argue with a pregnant woman, so I start putting shoes on Coen, and she announces that she needs to use the bathroom. Uh oh. Luckily we only live 4 miles from the hospital. No luck with the bathroom, but Coen asks, "Why is mom making those noises?" Double uh oh. As she is walking to the car she announces, "I don't think I'll make it, I think I have to push". I say, "don't push, just breathe." We repeated this exchange as we bounce over the railroad tracks with a thumpthump, and again as I turn the corner to the state fairgrounds. In the middle of the fairgrounds she relaxes... "I feel a little better now." That's a triple Uh oh. Three strikes, you're out.
I look down at her lap and notice that she seems to have a small cantaloupe tucked into her pajama pants. "Bekah, is that a head?" "I don't know." "Well, look." Sure enough. I pull off the road while being admonished to call 911. I'm thinking, "by the time I finish telling them where I am we could have this baby delivered." So I jump over the mud puddle I parked beside, lay the front seat all the way back, and realize that there is nowhere to put her knees. But his head and shoulders are already out, so 10, maybe 20 seconds later he is in mom's lap, and wrapped in a bathrobe. The first thing I remember Bekah saying is, "That wasn't so bad."
I call ahead to the emergency room, and we get quite a reception with our Camry in the ambulance bay, surrounded by fully 1/2 of the staff. I cut the cord in the front seat, and they move Bekah and the baby to a stretcher. While we are riding the elevator up to labor and delivery, Coen looks up and says proudly, "I'm a big brother now."
Conrad took a couple weeks off of work, and we enjoyed being home together with our boys. Coen is a little disappointed that Silas can't talk, but still has plans to get a two-person bike someday so they can "zoom off" together. Besides eating and sleeping, Silas is also very good at getting the hiccups, and has extremely long feet.
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| Wrapped in their ducky towels after Silas' first bath. |
Thus far, the baby's nicknames include Mr. Bean, Peanut, and Chicken Legs. Coen was so much chubbier at birth that in comparison Silas seems super skinny.
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| Check out the long fingers and feet. |
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| Silas' first family hike at Radnor Lake. |
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| Having a second child makes us realize how gargantuan Coen is. |
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| Tummy time together |
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| Two weeks old |
