Tuesday, August 4th was like any other Tuesday. I woke up, took a shower, and got ready for work. Before I left, I went to say goodbye to Julie (Brylee was still sleeping). As I was about to leave, Julie motioned for me to come to her because she had something to tell me. But when I got near her, she just said nevermind and told me bye. So I left for work not knowing that her contractions had started at 6:45 that morning.
It was a normal morning - I saw about 15 patients at the office. Just before my last patient of the morning, I had a call from Julie. She asked, "Are you ready to go to the hospital?" I obviously knew what she meant but still asked why. She responded by finally letting me in on the fact that she was in labor - I guess I was the last person to know in her family. She had been to see her Obstetrician and was dilated to 3.5 at the time. So, I finished up at the office and headed upstairs to the labor and delivery floor.
When I got to the labor and delivery floor, the nurses were getting Julie all set up. She told me of her morning - how she knew that I was extremely nervous during Brylee's birth so she decided to let me have a peaceful morning (ok....so I threw up and had an upset stomach all day during Brylee's birth and she reminds me of this every chance she gets. She actually had to tell me to suck it up DURING THE BIRTH WITH BRYLEE and that she was the one having the baby and not me. But, you have to understand that the first birth I ever witnessed was a disaster and had to have an emergency C-section.)
About 4:00 or so, Julie was dilated to about 6. About 20 minutes later, she was a 9 and the nurse was calling her doctor. 3 pushes later, Nolan was born. He was born at 4:56pm and weighed 7 lbs 5.6 oz and was 20 inches long. We stayed just over 24 hours in the hospital and were home by Wednesday night.
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