Deacon's Birth

It's taken me awhile to get this posted, but in the hospital I didn't even use my laptop once and since we've been home life has been busy!

For awhile we've known that, unless he decided to come early, Deacon's birthday would be 2-22-11 because I chose to have a scheduled c-section. When the weekend before his scheduled date came and went, I realized that everything really was going to go "as planned". The day before we were scheduled to deliver my parents took Manning home with them since we had such an early appointment at the hospital, so Nathan and I had a night alone together before the delivery. I decided that we should take advantage of this and have a date night because we might not get to have another one for several weeks or months...

So I got fixed up and Nathan and I decided to go have dinner at Em Chamas, the new Brazilian restaurant in town. When we got to the restaurant, I tried to open the front door and it was locked. I felt stupid because everyone sitting in the bar area could see us trying to get in. I told Nathan they must be having a private party or something, so we decided to leave and go somewhere else. While he was driving we decided we'd go to our old favorite, the hibachi restaurant in town. We used to eat there a lot, but Manning is such a handful eating out that we don't go out much any more, so it had been awhile...well sometime during the few months when we didn't go eat there, they closed the restaurant! We were laughing and laughing, but we were determined to have a nice dinner. Nathan insisted we go back to Em Chamas and try again to get in. We drove all the way back across town and went in the bar side of Em Chamas...for some reason the front door must have just been sticking because they were open. After eating lots and lots of meat, we came home and tried to get some sleep. Nathan went right to bed, but my stomach was hurting because I was so nervous that I ended up watching TV on the couch until after midnight. When Manning was born, I was so scared about his well-being that I didn't have time to be scared of having the c-section, but this time I knew mostly what to expect and it was scary!

The next morning we got up bright and early to be at the hospital for our 6:30 AM appointment. I was scheduled to go to surgery around 8:30, so around 7:30 they put in my catheter. This made me really uncomfortable and I kept telling Nathan I was peeing on myself. The nurses told me that is a normal feeling, and that I wasn't. Because of a few delays I wasn't wheeled back to surgery until closer to 9:00. I was really nervous about getting the spinal. When they moved me from my bed to the operating table, I confirmed that my catheter wasn't in correctly and I was peeing everywhere. haha! The spinal was so much less painful than I anticipated, and by time I got laid down I felt my bottom get really heavy, so I knew it was working. Things happened so quickly in the OR that they were performing surgery before I even realized what was happening. As Deacon was being delivered my OB commented that he had a big head. We just laughed because we know, it's hereditary! :)

At 9:32 AM we heard the beautiful cry from this little boy, and the Doctor brought him around the curtain for our first look.

This picture probably only means something to Nathan and I, but we immediately started talking about how much he looks just like his older brother! Deacon Andrew weighed 7 lb. 6 oz., was 20 1/2 inches long, chest circumference was 13 inches and head was a WHOPPING 14 inches! He was only a 1/2 inch longer than Manning, but over a pound heavier! If you want to read more about Manning's birth, click here!

Nathan went with Deacon to the nursery, and as quickly as I could get into recovery, I requested that Deacon be brought to me as soon as possible.

Okay, I just have a lot of pictures and not much commentary...so here goes.

Daddy & his boys :)

Our first family photo- taken with an iPhone. ha! 

And they lived happily ever after! ;)

OCD much?

This evening I had a little discussion with one of my twitter friends, Lindsay, about our OCD tendencies. Her husband was giving her a hard time for her little quirks, and I started thinking about how many OCD things I do... and I thought I'd embarrass myself by sharing them with the internet...

I have an issue with doors. If they're pulled closed, they have to click. You cannot close a door without clicking it shut...I have literally gotten out of bed to close a door completely. I also cannot sleep in a room that has an open closet door.

I have major food issues. I eat my food one item at a time. For example, at Thanksgiving, I had one of those divided plates with probably ten items on it. I ate one item at a time, the entire meal. Noodles, check. Meat, check. Potatoes, check. Deviled eggs, check...you get the idea. There are also several foods I can't and won't eat because of their texture or smell or appearance, even though I like the way they taste. I love onion rings, but won't eat anything with chopped onions in it unless they are diced really small because biting into an onion makes me gag. I love the flavor of mushrooms, but I have never nor will I ever eat a button mushroom raw. I can only eat cooked mushrooms if they're a certain texture. If they look too slimy or mushy, I won't eat them.

I have issues in bed with my blankets. I don't use a flat sheet because I don't like my feet to feel claustrophobic. If I sleep in a bed other than my own that's got a flat sheet, I'll leave it on the bed, but I have to go around the bottom of the bed and completely untuck the sheet at all points so that my feet aren't crowded or confined.

I also have numeral issues. I have to do things in weird numbers...for example when I'm brushing my teeth I count internally how many strokes, and I have to brush an even number of times and it has to be equal on both sides of my mouth, top and bottom. I have to do the same amount of deodorant swipes in each armpit. I count in my head a lot, and if things are weird numbers it really bothers me...if a staircase has 11 stairs, I feel stress overcome my body. I'll have to do something to distract myself from realizing there are 11 stairs like thing about song lyrics in my head or call someone.

I'm kind of a messy/cluttered person which is not typical for OCD, but there are certain things I'm really picky about being in their place. It bothers me if my refrigerator has bottles not facing with the labels out, for one example...or if Nathan lays something of his on top of something of mine, I freak. For example, I just looked across the room and saw his ball cap laying on top of my camera strap...and I'm twitching.

I could go on and on, but I'll stop there. So tell me, what weird quirks or habits do you have?

*I have not been clinically diagnosed, and I realize OCD is a serious issue for many. I am absolutely not trying to be disrespectful*