7 lbs 14 oz
21 inches
July 6, 2012
10:08 a.m.
My journal entry Aug. 28, 2012
I felt so strongly, moments ago, that I wanted to write about my sweet little Decky-Boy. I was just finished changing his diaper and cooing at him. The love that welled up inside was astonishing and I told him that Heavenly Father gave him to me and how lucky and blessed I am. One of my tears spilled on to his cheek and I wiped it away and then we chatted some more. I could not feel more love than in that moment it seems. I don't want to forget the bits and pieces that revolved around his birth and these first 2 months. Here are some of the stories.
(Left) The last link of the paper chain Izzy made to count down Declan's birth--it started in the 60's I believe. And on the right, Grandma Kofoed came to help and spoiled us in the meantime.
AWARD #1: Yes, even beating out Lorin, Declan gets the award for the most kickingest baby en eutero! At 16 weeks along I started feeling him move and for the next 24 he didn't stop. Whenever I wanted reassurance that he was still healthy and strong I simply had to stop my own movement so that I could feel his. Of course I was rocked to sleep all night long every night. No complaints, though, the baby kicking is my favorite part of being prego. He probably thought he owed me since I continued to play basketball (ward basketball mind you--extra crazy) and attend my gym step class all the way through.
AWARD #2: Yes, even beating out Graf (who took 14 hours to deliver), Declan gets the award for getting Mommy the most exhausted! This is not because of the length of labor, rather the following:
*Exactly a week before Declan's birthday, Virginia was having a record-breaking heat wave and then on top of that we had a crazy storm that lasted for a half hour and knocked out all the power for the next 5 days. We thought of skipping town, but
what if Declan comes early? So instead we tried to avoid the house as much as possible. Thanks to Katie Baird's pool we didn't die of heat stroke. Alas, we came home every night to sleep in our house-turned-oven. By the second night we were sleeping in the basement on Cory's old high school bed (9 MONTHS PREGNANT) and by the 4th night, that was no cooler than the upstairs. We lost hundreds of dollars worth of food (except the stuff I took to the church freezer...shhh!).
*Finally the power was back and it was the
4th of July! Morning parade, late night fireworks, contractions! For the next night, day, and night, I had contractions...not consistent...not always painful...not worthy of heading in early, but strong enough to lose a night's sleep. Then in the middle of the night of the 5th, just hours before my planned induction, the contractions really heated up and for hours I labored...waiting for them to get closer together. Meanwhile, they were super painful. Finally at 5 a.m. (a whole flipping hour before I was suppose to be there anyway) we went to the Emergency Room having to stop every 7 minutes to breath through a contraction.
*The good news, Declan was born by 10 a.m. which caused Grandma to win the bet against Cory that I would have him within 5 hours. The doctors and nurses called us their "pro's" with everything happening so smoothly and knowing it was #5 for us. I guess I'll give him Award #3: Only baby, even beating out Izzy, not to need Pitocin to get my body to move!
Then commenced the lovin' of Declan. Decky-Boy. Deck-Deck. Lorin's "night in shining armor." Izzy's "choot baby." Ryan's "sweet little buddy." Graf's "where Deck Deck go?"
