Ty David Corbridge

SERIOUSLY... super long post. Feel free to skip to the pictures. 
I'm sure this story is not too exciting for all of you blog readers, but some people have been asking- and I want to remember this, so here goes the baby story...

Saturday, March 20th-
Jason worked all day and I... went crazy. Uhh... if I even thought I was doing the "nesting" thing before, I realized I hadn't even come close to going crazy about everything being perfectly ready for the baby until today. I cleaned out and vacuumed our whole car, even the trunk (yep, just imagine the fat pregnant lady at the car wash vacuuming out the car), got home and swept our garage (like the baby cares about the garage. lol.), scrubbed down the microwave and the bathroom floors and any other random things I could find- and didn't even stop until Jason got home that night at 7. BUT... was the baby's room done yet? NOPE. Luckily, I still had almost 2 weeks to go :)... I thought.

Sunday, March 21st-
We woke up and got ready to head over to Malad for Jason's grandpa's funeral. It was one we were expecting, but still so sad about, and I wanted to be there to support Jason, even if I was supposed to stay close to the hospital. Almost 2 weeks to go remember? Jason gave me a blessing before we left and it helped me to feel better about whatever might happen when our baby finally came.

Sunday night- I barely slept at all. My back hurt SOOO bad all night long and I thought I was having contractions about every 5-10 minutes-but still not sure if that's what contractions were- they were.
My, "Jason I look so fat that I'm ready to cry" look...

Monday, March 22nd-
The contractions (not too horrible YET) continued all the way through the funeral the next day. Of course I worried the whole time that I'd be stuck in Malad having the baby :) BUT we made it back to Logan Monday night, went to the hospital and they said that even though my contractions were 5 minutes apart I wasn't dilated very far and should just go home. I went home thinking..."contractions are NOT even that bad! I don't know why everyone makes them such a big deal". As soon as I got home the REAL contractions started and then I understood. Monday night was the worst night of my life... I think I maybe slept for 2 minutes total :) Maybe.

Tuesday morning I got up and started to get ready to go to school to teach Kindergarten. At some point I realized I really couldn't talk or move while having a contraction and decided it was probably better not to teach-at least for a day :) So I bawled the whole way to the school because I didn't want to abandon my class yet.

We decided to wait to go to the hospital again until 4:30 that afternoon (when I already had an appointment scheduled with the doctor) and I was so annoyed that I was just going to be sitting at home all day missing out on a perfectly good day of teaching- when the baby wasn't even due for a week. How many days would I waste just waiting? The contractions kept coming that morning though and every time they did I would be like, "Jason, we've gotta go, these are horrible!!" and then they'd stop, and he'd be ready to go- and I'd say NO. They'll just send us home. Lol. Poor husband.

Around 11:30 I decided that I was going to die :) if I didn't go to the hospital right then. So... we did.
And Jason took a picture... right in the middle of a contraction.

When we got there they had me sign the paper for the epidural right then and everything after that was INCREDIBLE!! The epidural used to scare me like crazy- and it was a little scary but not horrible at all- and I'd take one any second over the pain. In fact, I recall asking them quite a few times to just keep me on the epidural forever. My family came to visit in the hospital in the middle of all the fun :) and the whole time I was dilating and having contractions and couldn't feel a thing. It was awesome!!

Anyway, everything went way faster than we thought and I was so thankful.   Pushing was not bad at all, I really was not in any pain, and everything went SO smoothly. I know that the blessing Jason gave me helped so much because I swear I never could've done this on my own.

Jason was so amazing the whole time too! My best friend as usual, holding my hand the entire time, counting through contractions and doing anything he could to make everything easier for me. I LOVE HIM!!

I LOOOOOVE Logan's hospital, I love the nurses, love my doctor and now for the exciting part... I love our perfect little baby!!

Ty David Corbridge was born Tuesday, March 23rd at 7:52 pm. He weighed 7 lbs 11 oz and was 20 inches long. It was so crazy when he was born.  It's like everything just goes in slow motion. I kind of just held my breath for a second until I knew everything was okay... and then it's seriously the most amazing adrenaline rush in the world to see and hold YOUR baby for the first time. I couldn't believe how perfect he was and how much I really did just feel instantly connected to him more than anything. I just wanted to hold him and stare at him forever.

Watching Jason become a dad has also been absolutely incredible. He got to stay home from work for a week and I think that week will always be one of my favorite times ever. We would just sit and stare at Ty in awe and neither one of us could get enough of him. I always knew Jason would be an awesome dad, but he has totally passed even my expectations. He cut the umbilical cord, he's changed TONS of diapers... he swore he'd never do one, and has been so cute with Ty the entire time. I love my boys!

Anyway, our time since we've been home now has been amazing. I know it's been 3 weeks now since he was born... and that's how long it's taken me to finish this post. I swore I'd never neglect him just so I could write about how much I love him... because that's kind of contradicting. Ty really has been such a great baby- smiling and content most of the time- and rarely cries (unless of course we're at the doctor, trying to get his pictures taken, or trying to sleep. lol. Not so funny actually.) :) I'm definitely more tired now than when I started this post. I even had to delete a line about how the adrenaline rush made it perfectly okay that I was not getting any sleep. I think that was after missing sleep for a week. 3 weeks of no sleep is no good. :) People say I will survive. I feel good about that. lol.

Here are some more of the hundreds of pictures that we've taken of Ty. He really does make every second of my life worth it- and he's pretty much what every second of my life is based on now... so get ready for some prrrretty exciting blog posts about our baby from now on. I'm sure everyone's so excited. :)

Oh... don't worry, one day I will get around to posting about the months before he was born. I probably had the best baby showers EVER. For real. So prepare yourselves.