For about a week before Dillon was born I was so sure he was coming. Every night before I left work I would write out a few instructions on where I was on pending issues. I would drive home so sure I was not coming back the next day - or it was more wishful thinking... I knew little Dillon wasn't ready to come meet us yet.
Friday night we took Dave to Jeremy's parents house so we could go to the Bamalam (bar & grill in AV) for dinner. There was to be a band playing that night and we sure didn't want to miss out on some entertainment in our usually entertainment-less town. We headed to the bar and met up with some friends. I had one of my favorite dinners there... hamburger steak, baked potato and salad. Definately more of a man's meal than a prego lady's! We talked with friends and I danced in my seat to the band - telling everyone I was going to dance the baby out tonight. I was mostly joking because I'd been saying that all week! We got Dave around 9:30 and were in bed by 10:00... and excited for the next day because there were going to be festivities in AV for the Symphony that was taking place between AV and Alma.
At about 2:00 or 2:30 I woke up and was having some contractions. They were about 12-15 minutes apart and not very strong so I didn't worry too much about it. Around 5:00 the contractions started to get closer and stronger so I woke Jeremy up, although I think he was already somewhat awake from my tossing and turning and moaning. We stayed in bed for another few minutes then both decided we'd get ready to go to the hospital.
Jeremy's parents came to watch David - who was asleep at the time - and we headed out. When we got into the car my contractions were about 8 to 9 minutes apart. I'm pretty sure Jeremy didn't believe I was in labor because he was really taking his time and his gas light was on in his truck... I told him there was no way we were stopping for gas so we better make it all the way to Manhattan.
By the time we reached Manhattan, my contractions were 5 minutes apart and I was starting to really freak out!!! We went in at the Emergency Exit and they took us right up to the birthing unit and our room. We met our nurse and everything got started... I'm not sure if I mentioned this before - but our nurse was the same nurse that helped deliver Dave!
Everything went really well... they called for an epidural right away, although, it didn't feel like I got it soon enough! We got there right before 7 and delivered Dillon at 9:07. We didn't have any complications except for Dillon's heartbeat was a little low so I had to be on oxygen while I was pushing. I can't remember how long I pushed but it was under 10 minutes.
When Dillon came out Jeremy and I looked at each other and said, "He looks just like David!" He doesn't now... but that first moment he looked like a mini Dave.
Our parents came to visit and brought Dave. We had a few minutes with our new family and I can't imagine any memory that will be more special to me... David gave his new baby brother a kiss right away and when he left he said "Bye Brother."
Dillon and Dave's first meeting
On the way home. He was such a little guy!