Happy Birthday, John Warren!

He's here!

John Warren Sigler
11/09/09
8 pounds, 14 ounces
21.5 inches

Welcome to the world, John Warren!

So this is how it all went down on the morning of the 9th:

I woke up with crampy contractions around 5 a.m. and chose to stay in bed to see how they progressed. They were pretty regular from 5 a.m to 7 a.m., coming every 10 minutes. They were pretty tolerable, so I wasn't sure if they really were the real thing (I was induced w/ T., so never knew what it was like to go into actual labor). So I go about my morning, get T out of bed, etc. Contractions started getting closer and as they were coming, I actually had to stop and concentrate on them, and breathe. BUT, I still wasn't sure because in between them, I felt totally fine and normal!

I called my mom and told her to be on the alert. After I hung up the phone, the contractions just kept coming, ranging from 10 to 6 to 4 minutes apart. No real pattern, so of course, I'm still unsure.

I proceed to read Thomas a book.

During the reading session, more contractions. I have to put him down to focus. He is repeating everything I say out loud, including "one second, one second" and "ow ow ow ow."

Call my mom back to tell her she better come over.

I get in the shower, still in disbelief. Contractions two minutes apart!

Out of shower, contractions go back to being 4 to 6 minutes. Hmmm, decide to call the doctor.
Doctor tells me to go to the hospital.

Now Thomas is saying, "Get baby. Get baby." Ha ha, so cute. So my mom arrives and we leave. I STILL do not believe I am in actual labor, even though the contractions are painful. Painful, but tolerable.

I enter the "critical decision unit" of the maternity ward, and I am hooked up to a monitor. Contractions are every 4 minutes and it is determined that I am 5 cm!
Admitted.

Receive epidural.

5.5 hours later, Baby J arrives on the scene, posterior, of course:

All 8 lbs and 14 oz of him!

The doctor could not believe he was not 9 or 10 pounds, and ordered multiple weigh-ins!

Delivery team Rothman and nurse Sasha

Proud Dad!

and Mom!

Due Date

Going, going, gone. . .

A trip to the Pumpkin Patch

The weekend before Halloween, we went to a "Pumpkin Playground" near our house. Lots of activities for Thomas, and I think he had a good time!

Climbing on the hay bales.

A truck!

Super slide with Daddy.

Animals...

and a pirate ship

And of course, he got his own little pumpkin at the end of the outing

All tired out!

Shiver Me Timbers

It was a rainy and muggy Halloween night, but it didn't stop the Pirate from collecting his booty. Surprisingly, Thomas loved the event, and probably wonders why we don't knock on our neighbors' doors every night for candy--or as he says, "CA-EEE!"

Here we are, getting ready for Trick-or-Treating. Please note my huge belly in the right of the photo.

Morgan, our first Trick-or-Treater of the night, stopped by to have some chili and to play before heading out to the rest of the neighborhood.

Thomas wouldn't wear the hat that went with his costume, so I did, and went as a pregnant pirate. I originally wanted to go Trick or Treating as a pregnant woman in labor, but that didn't really work out. Yes, I am that big, the camera is not adding 10 lbs.

Aunt "Ju" and cousin "Pi" (I mean, Tinkerbell) pose with Pirate T.

The Trick or Treating process went something like this:

Thomas walks up to the door (by himself), knocks, and says "trick treat." When offered candy, he holds up his bag with one hand, while grabbing a handful of candy with the other. Then he proceeds to let himself into the house, making himself at home with a big "HiYo!" One of the adults would then have to grab him and coax him back down to the sidewalk. Not shy at all.

Hope everyone had a happy Halloween!