Unto us a child is born

Evan Michael Franjesevic entered and has already blessed our lives at 3:06 pm March 30, 2011.Weighing in at 7lbs 4oz! 18 1/2 inches long with dark hair!










i didn't swell until during delivery




One Proud daddy






I'm sure everyone is wondering about his name. Greg and I always went back and forth between Owen and Evan and then decided on Owen, but I have always had reservations about that name and I'm still not entirely sure why. I finally came to the conclusions that I couldn't name him Owen when my patients would ask me what we were naming him I was always hesitant to say "Owen" I let it ride for a while thinking it was just me being weird, but then I finally talked to Greg about it and he said he liked Evan better too. I also wanted him to have a name with meaning. Since my sweet husband is such an amazing human being I really wanted him to have at least part of his name, so Evan Michael it is.
before the pitocin started...

I was so incredibly nervous coming to the hospital today, but Greg is mister oh so calm all the time so of course he wasn't nervous at all, which was and always is good for me. We got here around 7am and checked in and at 0730 the nurse checked me and I was still 3cm and we started the pitocin shortly after that. At 0855 my Doc arrived and brought in the fancy hook to break my water. I saw him first and then the hook and I said, "oh, ok then, so this is what were doing." After some friendly banter about our families in Ohio he checked me and said, "She's a little over a 3 to me" and then proceeded to break my water. I was expecting that to be a little painful, but I didn't feel a thing. Right after he broke my water I had a contraction that was a little stronger and I looked at Greg and said, "Oh dear, things are happening."

At 12:45 I thought I was going to die, so I caved and asked for an epidural. Those things are magical. Period. I'm dilated to a 6 by this time and my contractions are 1 min apart. The guy that was doing the epidurals that day had just started a C-Section and wouldn't be around for 30 minutes. All I could think was, "oh my goodness I have to have 30 more contractions before I get an epidural how am I going to do this without breaking my husbands hand?"

1:15 epidural.....pure joy. Evans heart rate dropped to 80 during this time...scared the heck out of me. I was put on Oxygen and placed on my left side...eventually he came back up and stayed there. They had to turn off the pitocin because my progression was going way too fast for his little body to handle well.

1:55 I'm dilated to 9cm. At 2:30 I'm a 10 and we start pushing. Who knew pushing could be so exhausting? I broke tons and tons of tiny blood vessels all over my face and shoulders...I look like I have a weird sunburn rash. right when Evan's head was coming out his heart rate dropped again then his head came out and the cord was super tight around his neck so the doc had to cut the cord to even get it off his neck, but all was well and he cried right away and I sobbed right away for quite a while actually. Greg was so amazing through the whole thing. We never took birthing classes and he was like a pro...and he even knew how to swaddle...I didn't even know how to swaddle! He loves his little boy so much it's so sweet. I love seeing him with him it melts my heart :o)

My hips are definitely wider than they used to be...I can for real say, "I have child bearing hips" and it's not even an exaggeration. I can't complain and I just own those bad boys because they gave me my sweet boy.

We are all doing well and Greg and I couldn't be happier with our precious baby boy.

Skin to Skin...


Greg says he looks like a chinese baby in this picture haha