William Cort Browning is now a reality!

I woke up Saturday night at 11 pm with contractions that were harder than I had had before but not real bad. They lasted for an hour coming 10 minutes apart so I woke Clif and told him. We spent the next two hours timing more till they were six minutes apart and getting harder. We headed to the hospital (an hour drive) around two thirty Sunday morning and got there a little after three (yes there was a little speeding). The hospital wasn’t very busy so we got wheeled up to a room and hooked up to all those “wonderful” things like IV’s and blood pressure cuffs right away. I spent the next three hours squeezing Clif’s hand to death as I strained through contraction after contraction (no epidural by my own choice). I dilated at a pretty good rate we believe and by six thirty in the morning I was at eight centimeters but my water hadn’t broke and the doc was just barely getting in town from being away with family for Easter weekend. Around seven I started getting the urge to push and that’s when I started really struggling, It was so hard to not push, my body wasn’t obeying my brain telling it NO, not yet. After about a half hour of that (a horrible half hour, but at least only that long) the doc came, I was dilated to ten and they were going to break my water since it wasn’t doing so on its own. I pushed for about fifteen minutes is all and our son was born at 7:42 am (which is cool I think since I was born at 7:59 am) weighing only 5 lbs and 9 oz, 19 inches long. They put him on my tummy all covered in white goo still and I remember thinking, “well, he doesn’t look like what I expected”. They asked if I wanted to hold him after they cleaned him up but I was still on my back getting stitched up so I told them not yet (does that make me a bad mom if I wanted to hold him when I could do it comfortably?). I made it through all the afterwards stuff and was happy to finally be able to relax some and get to hold him. My stay in the hospital was not real enjoyable afterwards since my tailbone hurt A LOT! But I didn't have much pain besides that so I am not going to complain too much. Clif has been a great daddy changing diapers, feeding him, and helping out with all sorts of stuff while in the hospital and now that we are home. Currently we are struggling with nursing since his mouth is small and his tongue is a little “tongue tied” but we are working on it and eating only breast milk now.

I hate this picture but its tradition. I was so red, either from sunburn the previous day or just being over heated and flushed during the whole labor and delivery.
Probably not the best pic to start with but its one of our favorite characteristics so far, he has my long toes but is already talented enough to bring his toes all together as if grabbing things with them

Another attractive one but this is what we felt like in the hospital.

Aunt Keara holding Cort after we dressed him to go home.

Very tiny kid for the car seat, we had to put it on the smallest setting to fit him.

Oops sorry this one is not right side up. He likes binkies.

He has big eyes!! I love it!

Skinny Legs!

First bath time, we did pretty well.

We have a "sweet" Uncle that came up with a nickname already: Gollum!! Probably since we are so skinny! I am hearing "My Precious" now.

Big eyes again and can you see why people keep saying he has red hair?