Our little Cooper was born Wednesday February 8th at 3:12pm. We are already madly in love and absolutely consumed by him. It really is incredible how you can fall completely in love with such a little person the moment you lay your eyes on them.

I'll start by mentioning, I was scheduled for a C-Section Friday February 10th at 7am. This would be my 4th c-section, 2nd scheduled, so this was nothing new. It was going to be so smooth and planned and I would have everything in order....Hah, so I thought. Cooper had other plans.

I've never had early labor with any of my boys. I went into labor on my own with Wes, but it was ON his due date, not early at all. With Coopers due date being February 17th and having a planned delivery for February 10, I was pretty certain there would be no baby earlier than that.

On Tuesday the 7th I started having contractions sporadically throughout the day. Hard, but not consistent. By that night contractions were 15minutes apart...all night long, which made sleeping quite difficult. At 4:30 I figured if I couldn't sleep I might as well get a shower in. The rest of our morning went on as usual.

Skyler headed to work and I told him I'd keep him updated after I called the doctors office when they opened. At this point I was still telling myself nothing was going to come of this, babies just teasing me, right? It didn't hit me until the next few contractions pretty much dropped me to the ground. Then I finally thought to myself, "OK, I think I'm actually going to have a baby." Still totally shocked at this idea, it seemed so new to me. (My babies don't ever want to come out, and definitely not 10days before due date). I thought if I called the doctor they would want me to come in and I was NOT prepared to come in. Instead of calling right away I started going into crazy fast last minute prep mode...just in case. I made sure my dishes were cleaned, a load of laundry was started, the house tidied, and bags packed for the kids and skyler and I.

One last bump picture right before I headed to the hospital (Don't be fooled by that smile, I really was having killer contractions).

All the while contractions were 8-10minutes apart and so hard. So I called, NO ANSWER! I called a few minutes later, NO ANSWER! Looking back I should have probably just gone into labor and delivery, It sure would have stopped all the pain much sooner. I was still thinking this baby might be teasing me and I didn't want to be that girl that gets sent home from the hospital. After I finally felt "prepared" if I ended up having to go in, I went over to my Moms house to do my nails. Haha :) Called my Doctors office one more time, NO ANSWER, but I left a message for the nurses this time and waited. After my Mom and Sister freshly painted my fingers and toes my phone rang. The nurse said my Doctor was out for the afternoon and suggested I go into Labor and Delivery and start monitoring the baby.

I left the boys at my Moms and headed home to gather bags and load a new car seat in my car. Skyler was working into lunch with a patient and I didn't want him to cancel his afternoon appointments if nothing was going to happen at the hospital so I told him to stay at work until I knew more. So off I drove to the hospital. As soon as I was walking into the hospital I got a call from Skyler, he decided to cancel his afternoon, he was on his way to meet me.

I got into a room around 1:10pm and got things going. Skyler showed up a few minutes later. The nurse informed us I was dilated to a 6. She then said those magic words "No one is leaving the hospital today, you're having a baby!" That was all I was waiting for. I just wanted someone to confirm that I wasn't crazy and that something was happening. IT WAS FINALLY GO TIME!

Nobody had talked to my doctor yet (he actually had just got called in to deliver a baby down the hall), but because I was already a 6 and supposed to have a C-Section everybody went full steam ahead and prepped me for this babe. A little before 3:00pm Skyler and I walked into the OR ready to meet our new little one.

(Side note: We didn't know what we were having. This pregnancy had been completely different from any of my others. Everyone was convinced it was a girl, but I just kept telling myself my body was just pregnant a year and a half ago, so I'm pretty sure it's just used to all the pregnancy hormones. Maybe that's why I never got sick, there wasn't much change going on....it was all too familiar. Ok. maybe that's silly, but I never let myself fully think it was a girl. I just kept telling myself it would probably be a boy...because that's what we make, right? We only make boys.)

I heard the doctor say the baby had lots of hair, and just moments later, at 3:12pm, I heard the cry and the doctor announced something like, "It's an hombre!" (which I think means Man, right?) Don't ask me why in the world he decided to announce in spanish. Haha! But I very confused looked at Skyler and said, WHAT IS IT? That moment he told me it was a boy my heart melted, in a very good way. My heart melted because we know boys, we have boys, we LOVE boys, and nothing makes us as happy as our bunch of boys.

Our pediatrician brought our little babe around the curtain for a very quick glance then whisked him off along with my husband. I was wheeled back to my room around 3:45pm where I was welcomed by the sweetest site of Skyler holding on tight to our perfectly tiny and healthy baby BOY!

Cooper Matt Romriell
2.8.17
5LB 10OZ 20 1/4"

Never having a baby less than 7-8 LB, we were completely shocked at his tiny size.
Cooper was named the next morning. We're pretty good at not coming up with a name. We had a very short list of names we maybe liked...but the name Cooper wasn't even ever brought up this entire pregnancy. The night after Coop was born Skyler mentioned the name Cooper, which surprised me, but reminded me that I've always loved it. :) And his middle name Matt, after my Dad. First Grandson to carry on Grandpas first name.

(And of course a few leaving the hospital photos. Drowning in his newborn sized outfit...melt my heart.)

Once again we're completely in awe at the tiny little miracle that was sent to us from a very loving Heavenly Father. He's perfect in every way. What an incredible honor we have of raising these sweet little boys. We are so grateful to have Cooper in our family, and thankful everyday for another little boy that has completely stolen our hearts already.

We love you Cooper Matt

xoxo,
Mom

BLOGGING..where have you gone? Why have I let you slip between my fingers? Something I truly love and I've just stopped cold turkey. Not cool. I'm coming back for you.

So instead of trying to recap everything I missed out on for the past months, we're just going to start here. now. today.

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Sunday. It was perfect. The light coming in my window was beautiful(and that's saying something cause I have like no windows in my house), the boys were playing peacefully for hours, and everyone was happy. It's moments like these I have to run grab my camera because I want to do whatever I can to capture it. Freeze time.

A little Instagram recap for you:

"This Sunday felt quiet and peaceful and silly and relaxing. I watched these little people play for hours after church and it just made me happy. It made me grateful. Grateful that we set aside our Sunday each week to be different. To focus on our family and our Savior Jesus Christ...the very reason that this day is different, the very reason that this family is so different. " ❤️ #hisday #lds #sharegoodness #iammormon

Sunday's around here are different. A day we step away from the World and focus on our family.

Church starts at 10am (which seems like the perfect time...but for some reason I still have to kick it in gear at 7 to make sure we are all dressed fed and out the door on time). We spend the next 3 hours at church. YES, 3 HOURS. It's seems long, but actually quite insignificant when I think about the amount of time I spend doing who knows what the rest of the week. It's our time to focus on Christ and his love for us. It helps me recommit and remember why I love being a Mother and Wife.

Then we're home for the rest of the day.

It's not our day to shop or run errands. We make sure chores and yard work are all done on Saturday. The kids don't run off and play with friends or turn on the TV/ipods. And no, we're not weird. We're perfectly normal people. We just like to disconnect a little.

It's our families day to relax and spend time on things that will make us better. Dinner with extended family, visit close friends or people in need, take a walk together around the block...who knows. Today I just sat on the couch sneaking pictures of the boys while dinner cooked. It was peaceful and quiet. It made me happy to watch their little bodies beaming with joy over some tiny lego creation.