Starting life in a bathtub
Literally, I arrived in the bathtub on January 7, 2014 at 8:15 am. But I get ahead of myself, I should probably provide a little background to this story, and yes it is a story.
Mommy was having contractions the night before about twenty minutes apart and she felt they were getting stronger. She talked to my grandma Cornwell (her mommy), the night before, to let her know that she needed to plan to come either that night or the next morning. Grandma and grandpa decided that grandma could wait until after mommy's Doctor's appointment (at 1:00 pm on the 7th). Actually it was grandpa that decided. But mommy felt grandma should come earlier. So grandma decided to book a flight for the morning.
Mommy was up most of the night because she was having contractions. She wanted daddy to stay home from work. But he felt he needed to at least go in and ask for leave. Daddy has a cool job working on the USS Nimitz, an aircraft carrier, for the US Navy as a Nuclear Engineer.
So while daddy was at work and grandma was boarding a plane in Boise Idaho, it was just mommy and my big brother Maddox at home. Mommy's contractions were about 7 minutes apart and getting stronger. Mommy decided to relax in the tub. But that wasn't comfortable, so she tried sitting. Still not comfortable, so she was back in the tub.
When the contractions starting getting stronger she began screaming - I'm sure she was afraid and didn't know what to do. It scared my big brother - and he doesn't scare easy - so he ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door.
Luckily my daddy got permission to leave the ship, so he raced home (really, he raced home) and arrived just after my big brother Maddox left the bathroom and slammed the door.
Meanwhile grandma had just boarded her flight in Boise and was waiting to take off.
So when daddy got home he ran upstairs and found Maddox standing outside the bathroom pointing at the door and saying "mommy, mommy". I think he was really scared. But daddy wasn't, he rushed in and found mommy in the bathtub, and she was in a lot of pain. He asked if she thought she could get dressed so they could go to the hospital. But mommy wasn't paying attention, she was focused on her contractions and the fact that I was on my way.
Daddy noticed that my head was starting to show. So he changed his plans and, instead of trying to get mommy to the hospital, became mommy's "midwife" to help deliver me right there. Daddy thinks mommy is hardcore. I just think I've got the coolest mom and dad, because they helped me start life in a bathtub. How cool is that.
PS. all is well, I came in at 9 lbs 7 oz. and 21 1/2 inches long. Mommy and I spent the night in the hospital... daddy called 911 so paramedics came to make sure we were okay and get us to the hospital where the doctors say we are just fine and let us go home the next day.
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