We worked so hard the weekend before to get everything in order for his arrival. I actually slept pretty good Sunday night because I told myself that it would probably be the last good nights sleep I would get for awhile! We arrived at the hospital around 6am and it was pretty surreal, we picked up the phone to the entrance of the maternity ward and Jason said "We are here to have our baby!"
We were settled in our room and had to just sit there waiting for our Dr. to arrive. The anestheologist was very nice--he came in to check on me and I kept telling him "I am so nervous, I am so nervous!" About 8am they took us back to the operating room. Jason put on his spacesuit and I got my cool looking hat. They took me back into the operating room and gave me my epidural, which was a piece of cake. Within about 15 seconds I could no longer feel my feet. Jason entertained me the entire time by dancing outside the doorway.
Then Dr. Peakes told Jason to enter the OR with her--he came and sat by my head and the fun began! I kept telling Jason "talk to me!" so that I would not think about what was going on on the other side of the curtain. Then Dr. Peakes told Jason "Okay Jason he is about to come out, if you want to see" Jason stood up and I could tell by his reaction that Davis Parker Knecht had arrived! Jason kept looking at him then looking back and me and saying "he's beautiful! he looks so amazing!"
I heard the most perfect cry--it was not even real crying. Then I saw the nurse take this baby across the room and start cleaning him off-then hand him to Jason. Jason approached me with the most perfect baby! Immediatly I recognized the dimple in his chin to match his daddys! Both Jason and I were in tears--it is a moment that I cannot articulate in words. The feeling I had hearing my son cry and then seeing him for the first time is indescribable. It was overwhelming and amazing.
I did not get to hold him right away--instead had to go to recovery--but then they sent me back to my room where I called the nursery and they brought me my son...I cried, shocking I know, as I held my perfect angel for the first time.
Tears of joy!
7 pounds, 4.6 ounces, 19.5 inches
Jason right outside the OR
Last picture of me with Davis still in my tummy! 
Meeting my son for the first time!
The nice anesthologist took our picture!
Perfection
The hospital stay was great-we had nice nurses, a great doctor and actually really great food. The nursery staff thought I was half nuts though--the first night at around 3 am I called the nursery and asked them to bring me my son--the nurse said "he is sound asleep!" but I did not care. I missed him and wanted to see him again. They wheeled him in and I started crying again--I can't believe that he is ours and that we get to keep him!Thank you GOD for this seven pound four ounce blessing!
