Beck Robinson Harper arrived on his own schedule, at 1:17 am on September 12th. We had our plan - a scheduled induction on the 14th. This allowed us to prepare the girls and prepare ourselves for what would be a Tuesday through Thursday stay in the hospital. Beck had his own plan. On Saturday evening I started having some mild contrctions. Around 10:00 they started to get a little stronger. I called mom and told her - "Don't lose any sleep, but I'm having some contractions. Probably nothing - just wanted to let you know." About 20 minutes later I called her back to tell her I was calling the doctor to let them know we were coming to the hospital. Things seemed to be moving fast and furious. We waited for mom to come over to stay with the girls (she ended up being relieved by Connie so she could make it up to the hospital).
On the way to the hospital, a car in front of us was making Brandon crazy, driving too slow. He thought about passing him but I asked him or maybe told him not to. The car eventually turned off and Brandon sped down the road. "Just don't get pulled over" were my exact words. Followed seconds later by, "There's a cop". Brandon immediately pulled over as the blue and red lights came on. It seemed like it took the police officer forever to walk up to our car. Brandon eventually stuck his arm out to wave her up. As she was walking over to us Brandon told her he was just trying to get me to the hospital and as soon as she shined the flashlight into the car she said, "Labor, GO!". She did not, to my dismay, escort us there. Luckily we weren't too far away.
We arrived a little after 11:00 and Beck was born just about 2 hours later. He came quickly and, as far as labor goes, fairly easily.
I have been through this process three times now, and I still know nothing more amazing. This person that has grown inside of me, who I have felt move everyday, whose heartbeat I have anxiously awaited to hear each week, is now in my arms. He's breathing and eating and crying. He always has his hands right up by his face, and I can see, now, why I always felt little punches way down low in my belly. I can touch his adorable little baby feet that were always sticking way out on my right side. This little being created by us, created by God, has completed our little family. I couldn't feel any more blessed.
His sisters think he's pretty great too. . .
Daddy will make sur he's a Cowboys Fan
I've made him promise to stay this size forever - there's nothing better than a sleeping baby all snuggled up on your chest:
He's not listening - at 10 days old he's starting to get too long for his "newborn" clothes :(
