Josiah was born at 5:29am, and Dave and I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in recovery. We also called our parents and siblings and told them our big news. The super-fun thing about going into labor three weeks early and in the middle of the night is that no one (besides our friend, Kimi, who came to spend the night with our kids) even knew we were at the hospital. It was so much fun to call our parents the next morning and tell them! We started by saying things like "Dave is so tired because he was up all night" and "Bethany is in so much pain right now"...of course, every time we did this, each of our parents became really worried. "What's wrong? What happened?" Then we said, "We're really tired and Bethany's hurting because ...we have our baby in our arms." Needless to say, they were shocked and needed more convincing. Once we started sending them pictures, though, they believed us and were so excited!
My favorite was when I called my sister to tell her. She was at work and couldn't easily talk, so she kept texting me millions of questions. Finally, she called me back and was whispering because she had snuck to the bathroom to talk!
|David on the phone with his mom |
(She was in Chicago meeting baby Briggs--Josiah's cousin who was born just 9 days earlier!)
|David talking with Grandma Bailey and telling her that she had another great-grandchild. It was an especially sweet moment when he told Grandma that we gave Josiah the same middle name as Grandpa Bailey.|
My parents came right away to the hospital, but we made them wait until they arrived to find out if baby was a boy or a girl.
Surprise! It's a boy!
(Just like me, my mom wasn't too surprised. We were so sure this baby was a boy. Throughout my pregnancy, she referred to him as "Edwin.") :)
After snuggling and admiring Josiah for a long time, my parents took Dave out to lunch and I had a nap. They returned with flowers from the gift shop, and then my mom went to buy Josiah a few preemie outfits. (You can see how big the newborn-sized hat in the above picture is on him!
Later that afternoon, David went to pick up our kids from a friend's house. We had been telling them for weeks that they would find out if baby was a brother or a sister when they came to the hospital.
We are so thankful to Bobbi Van Reet for coming to the hospital on such short-notice and taking these precious pictures. I texted her early that morning and said, "Baby was born early! Could you come later today when our kids come to meet the baby and do the pictures?!" I have no idea what appointments and shoots she reworked in order to come on such short notice, but I am so grateful. If you are looking for a fabulous hospital and newborn photographer, check out Bobbi's website here.
Dave texted me and said, "Ready or not--we're in the hallway!"
This next set of pictures is my absolute favorite. Isaac timidly opened the curtain, saw Josiah's blue pants, and asked, "Is it really a brother?"
"I just knew it'd be a brother, Mom!"
so proud to have a brother!
checking out his little toes
Now it's Josiah's turn to look at all of us...."Oh! So this is my family!"
so in love!
Isaac and Emma were so proud to wear their big brother/big sister bracelets that the nurse gave them.
"For you created my inmost being;