Friday November 19th my parents came down to visit. I had an early morning doctor appointment, and at that appointment, they scraped my membranes. When I returned home, I began having some pretty intense contractions. It was a lot of pain in my back and reminded me of the contractions and pain I had during Abigail's birth. So, after an hour of consistent contractions about 3 minutes apart, we headed to the hospital. I was so glad my parents were there to be with the girls. As we were driving, things did began to slow down and then slowed down even more once we arrived at the hospital. The first picture here is of me being sent home. Contractions fell off completely, and I thought it was going to be yet another night I thought I was going into labor and wasn't. However, contractions began again around 10:00 PM. Then, they really set in consistently and intensely around 11:00. I labored at home for a bit, determined not to be the idiot that goes in again for a false labor. However, things got intense quick and I was beginning to experience a lot of pain and pressure. I soon began to worry that I was going to be the idiot who had her baby on the side of the freeway. We took off to the hospital. The pressure and contractions were killing me and Jer began to have doubts that we'd make it to the hospital too, but he remained calm as he assured me that we would not have the baby in the car. We left the house around 1:15 AM on November 20th. Corban was born at 2:06 AM. So, there was no time for any kind of medication. I basically had time to check-in, while I was bracing my arms in the wheel chair and groaning through contractions right in the lobby. Then, we were wheeled to a triage room until they immediately realized I was pretty serious about being in labor...that took about two seconds. So, I was taken to the birthing room where they got me hooked up and informed me that I was dialated to 10 had no time for anything but having a baby. Time to push. Pushing was a bith chaotic this time around because I had about 8 people all telling me what to do rather than the rhythm of relax and now push, relax and now push. So, I just tried to push and keep pushing, tuning everyone out but my husband. Out came a beautiful baby boy - all 8 lbs 13 oz of him. He was 20 inches long. Jer was able to cut the ambilical chord. He is perfectly healthy, and we are so excited to welcome Corban John Durr into our family.
Mid-week we decided to head up to Snowflake Lane in Bellevue. Jer took off from work a bit early so we could go have pizza at my parents' house and then head downtown with everyone to see the festivities. Experiencing a horrible amount of traffic, a torrential down pour, a grumpy 19 month old the entire trip made us really doubt our decision to venture out. However, we finally arrived at my parents house and had a brief moment to down our pizza. Then, my parents said that they'd keep Kenzie and Corban at home and send us out to Snowflake Lane. This sounded like a good plan, so we took our oldest on a special date. She loved it. Of course, when she was asked about it, all she would mention was the snow princess, but we loved the music, snow, drumming and other characters that greeted us along the way. It ended up being a real fun evening, and I'm glad we weren't detered by the rush, the chaos and the rain.
