Your daddy and I knew it was time to start our family; we just didn't know it would happen so fast! It was barely more than a month before we found out you were in my belly. I didn't want to believe it at first, because if it didn't turn out to be true I would have been devastated. Fortunately, Daddy was confident enough for the both of us, and I took a test. When it was positive, we quietly smiled, cried a little, and hugged.
We wanted to wait before telling people about you (just to make sure you were healthy and strong), but neither your daddy nor I are very good at keeping secrets. It was your uncle Dan who managed to work it out first, and he thought he was pretty awesome. We ended up telling Grandma and Papa just before our first appointment with my doctor. They were so excited to hear about you, because you would be their first grandchild. Telling Gammy and Bumpy was a little harder because they were away, but when they found out you were coming, they were just as excited.
I remember the first time we saw you. It was at our first doctor's appointment. I was so glad he wanted to do an ultrasound, because it still didn't feel real. After all, I couldn't see you or feel you moving yet, so it was hard to believe you were there. I remember thinking you looked like a little jelly bean.
|Our very first picture of you|
We were so grateful to hear a nice, strong heartbeat and know that everything looked good.
I have to admit, I wasn't always excited to be pregnant with you. There were days that I couldn't really get off the couch because you made me so sick. I was finishing up my last little bit of school, and I'm so grateful I had nice teachers who understood and took it easy on me. :) I graduated from BYU with you still in my belly, and it is still one of my greatest accomplishments.
|Me (and you, too!) on my graduation day|
Daddy and I counted down the days until we could find out whether you were a girl or a boy. We didn't care one way or the other, honestly, but I knew you were going to be a boy (I knew you would be a boy before I even married Daddy, but that's a different story...).
When the day finally came, we were so excited to get a chance to see you again! The nurse even gave us a video of the ultrasound so we could show you to our family.
|Such a handsome profile!|
|You left no doubt whatsoever...|
We didn't have a hard time figuring out a name for you. We already had our boy names narrowed down to two (funny enough, our other boy name was Lucas...but we got to use that one for your brother later!). We knew we wanted to name you after Bumpy, because you would be the first grandchild to carry on the Christensen name. So, before we even met you we knew your name would be Kyle Steven Christensen.
My belly grew and grew. I started to feel you move the night after we found out you were a boy. After that, it seemed like you never stopped moving! I remember your uncle Dan loved to sit by me and watch you roll and kick, because you were so strong we could see you from the outside!
Sometimes, I might have taken advantage of by big belly...
|Yes, I used you as a table for my cereal|
The summer that year seemed to stretch on forever! We couldn't wait until fall because we knew that was when you would make your debut. We wondered (and maybe hoped a little!) that you would come early. But, the days went by, and you stayed put.
|This was about 3 weeks before you were born|
Well, you didn't come by yourself. I should have known you wouldn't--you're just as stubborn as I've ever been. The night before you were born, my uncle came over and helped your daddy give me a blessing of comfort and safety. Daddy and I went to bed late that night, and I'm not sure either of us really slept much--we were too excited! We woke up bright and early the next morning (which happened to be a Thursday, just like today), got dressed, and headed to the hospital. We got all checked in and ready to go, and by about 7:00 I was all hooked up to the medicine that was going to help you come.
(this next part is more for me to remember)
I remember the contractions starting out pretty painful right off the bat. I didn't think it would hurt so much at the beginning, and I was kind of disappointed. I wanted to see how much I could do by myself without an epidural, and it didn't look like I was going to get very far. I made it about 3 hours before I couldn't take any more and asked for the anesthesiologist. At around 10:30 he got my epidural placed and the pain was gone instantly. It might have been a little overdone because I couldn't feel ANYTHING. Cole was amazed, because he watched the contractions on the monitor get progressively bigger without any response from me. After that, things got really boring. I watched some TV (mostly A Baby Story--after all, I was in the middle of my own baby story!) and slept. Cole even squeezed a nap in! My sister came over to visit on her lunch break from work, and it was somewhere around that time that the nurses declared me fully dilated. But, instead of pushing right away, my doctor let me "rest and descend"--meaning, I sat around some more while my body naturally pushed the baby down. That probably lasted for nearly two hours, and let me tell you, it got pretty tedious. We even got a little impatient, because we thought "fully dilated" meant "let's push this baby out NOW" and we didn't want to wait any more. Looking back, I'm so grateful my doctor didn't have me start pushing before he did because I probably would have been pushing for HOURS. Around 6:45 my doctor rolled in and everything was set up for delivery. I pushed for less than 20 minutes, and Kyle was born.
(back to Kyle's story)
We visited for a while and everyone helped us move to our new room in the hospital where we would stay for the next couple of days. Papa took some pictures of us with you, and we both look really tired (it had been a really long day).
|Mommy and Kyle|
|Daddy and Kyle. I promise he was happy; he was just really tired|
|They gave you a little faux-hawk|
|Even though you were a pretty big baby, the outfit was |
still way too big for you!
We got home on a Saturday afternoon, and we started our life as a family of three.
Kyle, I can't even express how much I love you. The day you were born forever changed my life in so many ways, and I'm so grateful for you. You made me a mommy, and I know I haven't always been perfect, but I've always tried my best. You've grown and changed in so many ways, but you've stayed the same, too. Each day that you grow older makes me a little sad, because I know that one day you'll become a big, strong man. But, no matter how big you get, I hope you always remember that I am your mommy and you are my little boy.
"I'll love you forever.
I'll like you for always.
As long as I'm living,
My baby you'll be."
Happy birthday to my beautiful firstborn!
I love you forever,