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The Day I Met Joash

So, my wonderful husband started a long and elaborate post shortly after Joash was born about the day of his birth. If he ever finishes it...well I would be surprised. Trying to finish everything we were going to do before the little guy came into this world is enough work in and of itself.

And since today is the one day after the day we expected him to arrive, I will give you a few details.

The key to the whole story is that my husbands's parents were gone to the Netherlands, trying to squeeze in a trip before the baby came. They even went earlier then they first intended to on account of the baby being born. So, we were in charge of the farm and my husband's sister who is in high school. We were staying at the farm since that is a million times easier than running back and forth all of the time. I was doing enough running myself, getting things from our house and getting my sister-in-law to all of her stuff.

On Monday, October 25th, the day before my husband's parents were due to return, I got up at 7 to make sure my sister-in-law was up for school. Apparently at this time is when my water broke, but I didn't really know it. I just thought I had lost a bit of bladder control as that had happened to me before while being pregnant. I had no contractions until 9ish, but again I thought they were fake since they didn't really hurt and they were only in one part of my belly. I called my doctor who said I could get checked out if I wanted too, but probably it was nothing. Wilbert did contact a relief milker, just in case, but he needed to know by early afternoon if we needed him. We decided to go to our house and get things together, just in case. By 5 I was pretty sure this was it, but it was too late to get the relief milker. So my husband and sister-in-law ate fast and then milked even faster and we were at the hospital by 6:45 PM. After being scolded for waiting to long to come in ( we should have gone at 7 in the morning I guess), I pushed for about an hour and at 8:56 PM Joash entered the world and stole our hearts.
After he was born. My mom says I look tired. Go figure.

My baby boy, fresh in the world.
After his birth, I totally passed out the first time they tried to get me up. Then we spent two night at the hospital, which is fairly typical. My husband continued to milk until his parents returned. They were quite surprised when they came home at 2 in the morning and found a picture of their grandson on their bed. They have been very generous now with letting my husband stay home to help me out once we were released from the hospital.

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