Miles’ Birth Story

Well almost 3 months later, here is Miles’ birth story! As foreshadowed in Emmett’s birth story two years ago, The day of Miles’ birth was predicted and planned, making it pretty darn easy (as easy as having a baby can go!) Thankfully Miles waited patiently in my belly through the whole “fleeing a hurricane” thing and everything went according to plan. 

Grandpa Jim and Grandma Barb came to town a couple of days before my scheduled c-section to get settled in their cute little beach bungalow and mentally prepare for taking care of big brother Emmett for the week. We are so grateful they were able to come and help out! 

My c-section was scheduled for Thursday the 13th so Wednesday night we all ate a big pasta dinner and hung out at home before Emmett went with J&B for the night. Knowing that you are for sure going to have a baby the next day is such a weird feeling! I remember feeling excited, anxious and a little nervous and it was definitely hard for me to fall asleep. I also knew that this was the last night I was ever going to be pregnant (we’ve always only wanted two kids) so that was honestly a little sad! But the heartburn that kept me up all night reminded me that I definitely don’t ever need to be pregnant again, haha. Here’s what I looked like the night before Miles was born:

The c-section was scheduled for early in the morning. I popped right out of bed, took a shower, straightened my hair (duh!) and almost applied my daily body lotion until this random thought crossed my mind: “what if my slippery, lotion-covered stomach makes the doctor’s knife slip while she’s doing the surgery??” Haha! Stupid thought, but I didn’t apply any lotion, just in case 🙂

We drove in the dark to the hospital and as we were crossing the Ravenel Bridge into Mount Pleasant where our hospital is the radio started playing “Final Countdown”! It was so appropriate for that moment. We got checked in and they started getting me ready for the surgery right away. 

Nerves and adrenaline made my whole body shake while I was in the operating room. Ryan was by my head and I tried to get him to talk about things to distract me but it’s pretty hard to get your mind off the fact that you are being operated on and they will be pulling a baby out any second! The surgery was quick and before we knew it, Miles Walter was out in the world! 

Miles is named after my grandpa Milo and Ryan’s grandpa Walter LeRoy (who went by LeRoy). He was a big baby! One ounce heavier than Emmett and one inch taller. 

The next couple days in the hospital were filled with visits from big brother Emmett, grandma and grandpa and auntie Becca and Kelly. Emmett was pretty indifferent to Miles and had zero clue what was going on. He was a little bit curious but mostly just wanted to run around the hospital room. 

In all honesty, while it was nice to just lay in the hospital bed with those glorious compression boots on my legs and relax for a couple days, I was in a lot of pain from the surgery. Walking to the bathroom to take a shower was torture. I had kind of forgotten that part from Emmett’s delievery. We were so thankful to have Bec bring us food and for Jim and Barb to be taking care of Emmett! It was amazing to be able to focus on Miles without having to worry about anything else. 

We left the hospital and come home to funny signs in the front yard from the neighbor kids and food and flowers from Bec and Kelly. They even painted the Folly Boat for Miles! They are just seriously the best.

Miles, even though your birth wasn’t as eventful as Emmett’s, it was still so exciting! We are so lucky that you made us a family of 4!

PS: My latest blog post for Charleston Moms Blog is up today! And it fits right along with Miles’ birth story. It’s a love letter to my hospital nurses. Hope you enjoy it! Nurses are amazing!

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