Our Little Superhero...Logan Parker Robison

Well, we had our baby on Saturday the 10th! Jason was in Springdale (about an hour away) DJ-ing a wedding so I was under strict orders to do NOTHING all day. So, knowing I would probably never hear that again, I took full advantage and sat around all morning and put the kids down for a nap at one p.m. like usual. It had been a gorgeous day, but at three, when I woke up early from the nap having contractions, I realized it was HOWLING outside, so I knew we had a storm coming in and that was probably what was giving me contractions! So, I became nervous and got up, realized the contractions weren't THAT painful, but were regular, I ate a snack, watched some TV, and tried to keep my mind off of them and the fact Jason was in the middle of a wedding and an hour away. At four my kids woke up and I kinda knew I was for real in labor. A little after four, a friend called and asked if we wanted to come over to play. I told her what was going on and she said to come over and if I needed to leave the kids there to go to the hospital, then even better...plus the kids can all play and maybe I can relax more. So, I get over there around five and in only a few minutes she could tell I was havin some doosies. She knows how fast my labors go so she was telling me "You're NOT having this baby on my floor!" and called up our friend that works on L&D at our hospital. She was working and said that I'd better get in there or else! I really didn't want to go yet. I figured if I could hold off one more hour, Jason's wedding would be over and I wouldn't have to sit there by myself for that long. But, peer pressure gave in and she piled her three kids (including a two week old!) and my two kids and I into her minivan and drove me the few blocks to the hospital and dropped me off! I walked in and my friend hooked me up to the monitors and got me all settled in. It hadn't been busy when I walked in, but the storm must have put a bunch of ladies into labor, cause it quickly got busy! I think I had three nurses before they called someone in from home to take care of me! So, at seven p.m. they checked me and I was a two and 70%, (I had been a 1+ and "a little effaced" 5 days earlier), so I wasn't thrilled. I thought I'd gone in too soon and they were gonna send me home. They said "hey, this is your THIRD baby and you know your body, chill out!" Jason got there at 7:30, along with my mom and sister Brenna. At eight they checked me, I was a three and my doctor was just next door delivering another baby and he came in and asked me if I wanted my water broken! I was in shock! He was like "Hey, its a big baby, you're term, you're contracting and progressing...lets just get this over with!" so I said lets go for it! I have never had great epidurals with my other two...Kinsey's just never relieved that much pain and Jonas's never took at all, so I said NO for the epidural and PRAYED AND PRAYED it'd go fast! So, they broke my water at a three and I got in the bathtub. It was nice, Jason just sat in the bathroom and rubbed my back cause I was having back labor bad. We were joking and laughing and it was just so chill...and the water really really relaxed me. About 30 minutes later I got out after the nurses told me not to wait too long, they didn't think the doc would like to deliver me in the tiny bathroom and in a tub! We chuckled about it and I got out. They checked me and I was a 6-7 with just a little "anterior lip" they called it. Right about then my contractions started kicking my trash and I thought "great...a 6-7...I'm screwed! I still have 4 cms to go and I decide to go NATURAL???" The nurse knew I was going fast and started getting the table ready and right then I said...."I'm having a TON of pressure!" She checked me, no change as far as she could tell, but she knew I wasn't joking. She finished up the table and said "I think this baby is just kinda stuck, turn on your side and see if you can get him through." and walked out to go get my doc who was sitting at the nurses station waiting for me. I turned onto my left side, had only laid there for maybe 30 seconds when I KNEW he was coming and said "He's coming...He's coming...I'm not pushing but I'm pushing!" I start "hee hee heww-ing" and Jason ran out and all of a sudden I hear intercoms going off and see nurses flying into my room and my doc just plopped down ready to go. I said "I have to push" and he said "so push!" and I said, "but am I fully yet?" and he said "if you need to push then its time to push!" He was so calm and collected and I felt so relieved he believed me and ONE PUSH later I hear "ITS A BOY!" and see this little thing with a package and I was in shock!!! I thought we were having a girl! I thought for sure! I didn't care either way, but really? A boy? We never found out officially with an ultrasound, wanted it to be a surprise...so I set myself up for that one! haha! So, yeah...fast labor. Basically just over 30 minutes from water breaking and being a three to baby...! He weighed 7lbs 11oz and was 20.5 inches. He has a head of hair with light highlights!! Its so cool!! He does look a lot like the other two at different times of the day, but he really does have his own look to him too! Its amazing!

The name is another funny thing. I had NO boy names decided on because we were having a girl, right? haha. I mean, we liked a WHOLE LIST OF THEM, but I just couldn't narrow it down! So, the night before I was to be discharged...yeah...the kid was 24 hours old and no name....Jason came to visit after he'd sent the kids to a friends to play and said "this kid needs a name!" and I was just so relieved he wanted to help me, because he'd been telling me for 9 months this baby was mine to name...which made me more overwhelmed! So, he said he thought we were stuck because maybe we didn't have the right name on the list I'd made, he said a prayer, and started marking names off the list (and it was a long one!) for various reasons....didn't go well with our last name, reminded us of someone we didn't like, etc. My nurse comes in to do something and Jason jokingly...or so I thought...said "Hey, lets name him like the Marvel Comics heros, you know, like Peter Parker or something!" (He's talking about how all the heros first and last names start with the same consonant.) I'm thinking, here we go....and then he says "Wait...what's Wolverine's real name? Logan?" and my nurse is like "that's such a cute name!!" while probably thinking we're nuts. I heard the name Logan and instantly turned to Jason and said "YOU like that name? I've ALWAYS liked that name but never mentioned it because I thought you'd HATE it!!" He's like "NO, I love it!!" We both looked at him and he looked like a Logan. So, it was done. Logan. Then Jason said he liked the name Pierce for the middle and I said "I dunno, I like it...but two names I've never even thought of til this second? Let me give him Parker for the middle" and it was done. Just like that. 9 months of not knowing and BAM...we'd been not working together for 9 months to name our child and the 20 minutes we did...got it all figured out. Maybe someone was trying to tell us this was OUR child and we needed to work together a little more! Haha.

Anyway, he's five days old and I'm just so in love with him! He's such a sweetie. I feel so much more calm and relaxed and just happy! I'm thinking having him during warmer months is helping and maybe just the fact he's the third...I feel like I've finally figured this whole mommy thing out a little! I'm totally taken with him and so are everyone else! Kinsey can't walk by him without being soft on his head and talking to him and giving him kisses. Jonas loves on him and asks about him, is a little weirded out that he likes "boobie milk" (hahaha), but mostly is just his busy self. No jealousy as far as I can tell yet! I'm being careful not to disturb the routine, especially since Logan isn't super needy yet, I feel like I can put him down when the other two need me, which is rare. We are starting to see more eyes on him and he just looks around sweetly! He's not easily irritated and doesn't really cry, even when he is wanting to eat. Anyway...he's a keeper and I don't know what we'd do without him! Its hard even remembering being pregnant with him, he seems like he's always been here!