This post has been a year in the making. I can still remember every detail about the day. It was a brisk, sunny fall day. I woke up feeling a little crampy. We decided to skip church that day as I wasnt sure I could sit comfortably during the service. Contractions were happening, but not consistently. I read the kids a few books and we relaxed throughout the morning. It was nice to just be with my family without anything to do. Soccer had ened the day before and Ryans big race was over as well. Contractions began to get a little stronger, so we decided to call my mom and give her an update and have her bring the turkey over that I wanted cooking while I was in labor. We told her she could just drop it off and then she could go run any errands she needed to do. Ryan began cleaning and making sure everything was tidy. My mom arrived soon after and knew right away that she would probably not be leaving. Ryan thouht it would be a good idea to call our midwives. I talked to them and explained what was going on. They said they were on their way. About 30 minutes later they arrived and checked to see how much I had dilated, I was expecting to be at a 5, but much to my surprise, I had dilated to an 8. I was in shock and said, wow, this is really happening today. Ryan drew my bath while my midwives, Kaleem and Marlene began making preparations for Brixton's arrival. I relaxed in the bath, listening to my "Breathe Baby Breathe" playmix I had made. The kids went outside to play, but made sure to keep checking in to see if Brixton had arrived. Contractions began getting stronger and I remember asking Kaleem, how long does this last. She told me about an hour and then it will be time to push. My aunt had arrived to help with the kids if needed, Ryan sat with me and my mom would come in every so often to check on me. Marlene sat right outside the bathroom door, listening to me and knitting the last part of Brixton's hat that she had so kindly made him. I remember how comforting that was to know she was right there. All of a sudden, Marlene and Kaleem came in and we all knew that it was time to push. I was at a 10 and he was ready to make his arrival. Ryan helped hold my arms and Marlene showed me where to push. My mom and aunt sat quietly watching me and Kaleem was helping Marlene and taking pictures. The kids continued to play outside. I remember the feeling, I remember the noises coming out of my mouth. Soon his head was out and I knew one more push and he would be here in my arms. Sure enough, there he was and Marlene helped me to pull him up and into my arms. He was crying and looked absolutely perfect!!! The kids came in soon after and saw him. Rocco was very interested in what everything was, while Savanna just stood back and took it all in. About 20 minutes later my placenta was out and then we cut the cord and I got into the shower, while Ryan got the chance to hold his son for the first time. After my shower, I climbed into bed with all of my family around me and my sweet baby in my arms. I remember looking around and thinking, I am truly blessed. I was home and it was perfection.