Bed Time

In a “night light” lit room I slowly sway from side to side as I hold my little Connor man in my arms and softly sing (singing is used loosely & is debatable) “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Usually he will plop his little curly head down on my shoulder and enjoy the noise accompanied by a back tickle.

Tonight as I started to sing he plopped his head down but quickly shot it right back up, turned and stared into his crib as he reached his hand out and began trying to grab his bed. He then began to lean his entire body towards his bed. I finally got the hint as the song was ending that he obviously just wanted to get into bed. When I layed him down on his bed and reached for his blanket to cover him up he had the biggest smile on his face. I slid my hands around and across his mattress searching for his “Perry” and “doggy.” Then quietly said good night and snuck out of the room.

Represent

When Heather and I found out she was pregnant we made a trip to the mall and stumbled into a Finish Line. We both came across this amazing outfit and immediately purchased it. We both knew it was going to be a boy from the very beginning.

Yesterday we realized that our once little boy who LOVES to eat and won’t stop growing will probably fit into it.

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Connor Michael Guymon

Connor Michael Guymon was born at 12:09pm weighing in at 8 pounds and 1 ounce and measuring 20 inches. He has a full head of hair no chin and what seems to be the first appearances of the Guymon nose.

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Here’s the story:

Heather emailed me at work around 4:45pm on Tuesday July 28th letting me know that she talked to her doctor who set her up to be induced at 6:00am on Wed July 29th. Just as I was finishing up my projects for the day and sending out an email informing everyone that I wouldn’t be there tomorrow. I got a phone call from Heather telling me she would really like to go eat at Chili’s one last time as a family of a one child household. Ten to fifteen minutes later at 6:00pm I get a phone call where Heather said, “Change of plans, my water just broke I need you home NOW!”

So off I went, I got there and Lyndsee Bates was nice enough to take Hannah for the night, and the majority of the next day. So I had enough time to grab a few things and throw them in a bag and give Hannah a few hugs goodbye.

Then off Heather and I went to the hospital, we got there at like 7:00pm. They ran a check to make sure that her water did REALLY break, after the test came back positive, they began hooking Heather up to everything and getting her prepped and ready to have a baby. She was already having small contractions regularly and was already dilated to 3 and a half centimeters. So the doctor chose to just let her go and see how everything developed.

The first plan of action was to make a decision about putting Heather on petocin to speed up the contraction & labor process or not. That was supposed to be done at 11:00, but actually didn’t happen until an hour or so later. They didn’t end up putting her on petocin until 4:00am when although her contractions were getting worse she wasn’t really progressing as far as being dilated or any closer to being able to actually push.

So we sat and waited and waited and waited… Lucky for us Heather’s BFF Heidi Fling made the courageous voyage from San Antonio to help entertain Heather.

They started the petocin at a very slow drip, and so nothing really progressed although her contractions got closer and closer together and more intense. Heather said they were at a 5 on the pain scale, but she never appeared to be in pain, only said it was uncomfortable. So she asked for an epidural, but that wasn’t until almost 10:30am on July 29th. Which was over 16 hours of labor. Heather was super happy and content with her epidural, and everything was much more calm and relaxing then. About an hour later Heather started saying she was feeling some pressure during each contraction, and thought maybe Connor was finally starting to move down. So she told the nurse, who didn’t ever actually check her in anyway, but rather said, “Well let me know when it is a lot of pressure.”

Thirty minutes later the nurse and the doctor came into the room to check to see if Heather was any farther dialated, and when the doctor lifted up the blanket Connor’s head was sticking out already. The doctor said, “Whoa you are having a baby, DON’T MOVE, BREATH, LAUGH, TALK, or ANYTHING!” He ran out of the room pulled in his tools and everything sat down, and Connor immediately fell out, and Heidi was nice enough to cut the chord for us, and off he went to the sidelines to get measured, and cleaned. I began snapping photos and enjoying the moment, and thanking heavenly Father for blessing us with a beautiful healthy baby boy!