You might be thinking that I forgot to tell you I had a baby. Or you might just be thinking that I am still pregnant (Please don’t be thinking that… I have nightmares of that!) . And that’s my fault…
I didn’t forget to tell you. If we are Facebook pals its old news, but if we aren’t… We had our baby! Yahoo!
For as badly as it could have been, things went pretty darn smooth. I was terrified that I would go into labor while The Rancher would be in the middle of roping a cow to pull her calf down in Locomotive and not answering his phone all while he was the only cowboy around to get the ranch work done and it would be hours before I could tell him it was time to take the hour and a half drive to the hospital and I would end up having a baby on the side of the road (and he would say “lets pull out the chains!”. You see, that whole week before baby was born, Rancher Sr. was on the other side of the world (Bulgaria!) picking Cowboy Pete up from his church mission. It was kind of a big deal. But it left The Rancher to keep everything running. So you can see how I had a little bit of anxiety…
But I didn’t go into labor!
There were a few close calls but being the obedient son that he was, our baby listened to his papa and waited until there was help around to take care of the cows. Because of a previous c-section (yes, The Rancher calls me a zipper cow…), my doctor chooses to induce me to monitor my entire labor in case something crazy happens like I rupture and bleed out and die. We would like to prevent that… So we got to be to the hospital at 5 am, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Actually, since we went to bed about midnight at woke up at 3:30 I was less than. All I can say is thank goodness for epidurals that makes it so a tired momma can actually sleep while in labor so she can actually have some energy to push out the tiny human being inside of her.
In fact after a good nap, it was time for baby to come. And it all happened so fast that The Rancher almost missed it. Not really, but while the doctors and nurses were prepping everything for delivery, I didn’t really have a chance to wake him up to say it was show time. Good thing everyone was noisy and he realized something was going on. It wasn’t long before our beautiful, tiny cowboy was born. When I say tiny, I really mean tiny. He was all of 5 pounds, 13 ounces, and 19 inches long! The Rancher is priding himself in being a low birth weight bull.
On a sunny morning, I got brave and decided to try out a few newborn photos of our baby. For my limited experience (and by limited I mean NONE) I was pleased with what we ended up with. But I must admit that western/cowboy/ranchy photos are much more my wheelhouse than newborn portraits!
Now I need a little help! Everyone on the blog has a nickname, because that’s cool. Its time to come up with a new one for the newest member of the herd. Any ideas? Leave your favorites in the comments below or comment on Facebook or Instagram!