Emrick Foster Davies
August 2, 2011
7 pounds 14 ounces
Born at 8:30 am
Tom and I had been debating over names forever. We couldn't agree on one. Tom liked names like Teegan and Jasper, and I liked Cohen and Jack. We had already agreed on the middle name though, Foster... like uncle Rory's middle name (which I think was Tom's dad's uncle). I was pretty much settled on naming him Cohen and Tom had pretty much given up and said I could name him whatever. Two days before I was supposed to go have him, Tom said he just couldn't name him Cohen. We had to find something else.
So we had a day to pick a name. Something we hadn't been able to do for months. We literally spent like three hours throwing different names out. Nothing was sticking. The closest we got to a consensus was Rizen, but we didn't love it.
I started thinking of names that incorporated my dad's name, Rick, in a more modern way. I asked Tom about Emrick and he was instantly like I love it. We bounced it around for a few hours and it just stuck. We finally figured it out. I love that it's strong and unique, and it has some family meaning. Best of all... Emrick means "immortal", which is awesome!
My delivery was scheduled by c-section on the 2nd at 7:30. My paperwork said it would actually start about 2 hours later, and to call at 5:30AM and make sure the time would work. I called at 5:30 and they said be here at 6:00AM. Yikes! I had just rolled out of bed and was determined this delivery would be better than the last. I wanted my hair at least decent and a mild amount of makeup on. I told the lady she would have to give me 20 extra minutes.
When we got to the hospital they told me I was actually supposed to be there at 5:30 and the c-section was supposed to happen at 7:30... so they started rushing me through everything.
They took me to room 12... and I cracked a few jokes about thank heavens it wasn't 13 like last time. I mean what hospital even has a room 13? It's crazy. I started getting dressed and a nurse came in and said I was in the wrong room. They had already set me up in room 13. I was like you are joking? You heard me joking and now your playing a joke on me, right? Nope. I thought about it for a few minutes. The c-section happens in the surgery room, so it wasn't like I was actually going to have much happen in room 13, so we moved.
From there... it's kind a blur. They took me in the surgery room, gave me the numbing block, and got started. I was really nervous because last time I wasn't numb and could feel everything. I kept wondering if what I felt was normal and I was just a wimp? But it turns out this time I was really numb and felt hardly anything. I kept telling Tom to look over the curtain and see what was happening because I couldn't feel anything. He wouldn't of course. He didn't want to see any of that again.
The anesthesiologist got a kick out of my story. I told him after Asher was born I told Tom that the anesthesiologist was so sweet. He had been rubbing my hair and telling me that I was all right. Tom was like... ummm, that was me. I was pretty out of it at that point.
The baby came and it was very weird to be so aware of everything this time, vs being knocked out (they eventually had to knock me out last time because I could feel it). It was great to see the baby right after and watch Tom bond with him.
Emrick has been a great baby so far. Asher is in love with him and always wants to hold him and love him. He likes to have him lay in his bed with him for a while at night, and he will show him books and read him stories. It is very sweet.
We are so lucky to have two such cute boys!
