My time

My doctor came in to check on me and said if he decides to come before midnight, “I’ll deliver him myself”. Well, Treyson must have heard that and decided he didn’t want to or maybe he didn’t want to share a birthday with Rene. That little shit came just after midnight, 12:31 am to be exact. There wasn’t much time to deliver, once his head crowned, he started pushing himself out. Not kidding, he stretched his legs out and was pushing on my ribs. Of course that’s when the nurse told me to “hold it” until the doctor comes. Hold it?! This child is about to break my ribs to get out on his own, how the hell do you “hold it”?

Doctor came in as she putting on the gown I say “I really need to push”, two pushes and he popped out wide eyed looking around. You don’t see that all the time but that was Treyson, wide eyed and ready, wasn’t even crying. I literally asked what was wrong with him because he wasn’t crying, the doctor and nurse laughed and said, “he’s fine, just looking around”. Tyler, Cindy and my mom were in the room and were standing over Treyson in awe. 

Tyler took it all in, the labor he didn’t do great with, I‘m sure my pleasant attitude helped! As soon as the delivery part started, that dumbass was down a ready to catch Trey. We had talked about it before, he wanted to stay up by my head and not see anything. That changed very quickly, the crowning had Tyler all kinds of excited. He did cut the umbilical cord even though he thought that part was going to be the worst. So funny how expectations turn out to be better, but that’s not always realistic.