Here's your story...
Your birthmom kept us in the loop for every appointment she had. Her last appointment was August 7th. At that time, she was a 3 and having irregular contractions. Your dad and I didn't want to miss a thing so we decided we would start driving out and taking our time. August 7th is when I also found out I have a stress fracture in my left foot so I was able to get an awesome boot. This is another reason we decided to start the trek to Long Island.
During our trip, your birthmom continued to keep us updated. You were due August 11th, but that time came and it went. Your dad and I thought for certain you would come before then, but you proved us wrong. We were starting to regret the day we left.
On August 12th, we were in New Jersey, and we decided it was time to head to Long Island. We made hotel reservations for August 13th hoping you would come soon. Around 11:30 am, we were just across the river and could see Manhattan including the Empire State building and the Statue of Liberty, when your birthmom texted that her water broke and she would be leaving soon. I can't even describe the emotions that came over us. It was a "HOLY CRAP!" feeling (which you aren't allowed to say, Ollie). Your dad and I got a little teary-eyed because we knew you were coming soon. I made phone calls and texted everyone as your dad tried to navigate NYC traffic. We knew we had some time before you came so we checked into the hotel early and started our way to Stony Brook Hospital.
We were nervous about what was going to happen. Not only were we about to become parents, but we were also going to meet your birthmom for the very first time. Things got real!
When we got to the hospital, we had to park the car in the parking lot. That's when your birthmom's mom called us and she said, "Oliver is here! He's beautiful! They told me to get coffee so she could get an epidural and I missed it. He was born about 5 minutes ago!" Here, we thought we had hours of waiting, but we didn't. You came so quickly that your birthmom's mom couldn't even make it to your birth. I asked how your birthmom was and she handed the phone to her so I could talk to her. She said she was good and I could hear you coo. I told her we were walking in the hospital now and would see her soon. I remember looking at your dad and saying you were born. You're ours.
While we were waiting in the waiting room to meet you, a man in scrubs came to us and introduced himself. I looked at his name tag and right away knew it was your birthmom's dad. The tears filled my eyes as he hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and told me congratulations on the birth of our son. He asked us about our drive in and told us that the morning of your birth was the worst flood Long Island had in years. He said so many of the employees couldn't come in because the roadways were flooded up to people's waists. He then left to check on his daughter and you. His calmness and kindness is what I will always remember about him. When he left, he told us how absolutely perfect you were.
A while later, we met your birthmom's mom. She, too, came out and told us congratulations and said how perfect you were. She said how quickly you came. Within an hour of their arrival at the hospital, you were born. She showed us pictures of you. Oh my gosh, you were so handsome! We also found out August 13th was your birthmom's paternal grandma's birthday so they felt like the she was watching over your birth. Your birthmom's brother's girlfriend's daughter was also in labor and they were anxiously waiting her son's arrival. Your birthmom's mom left to check to see if we could come back. Shortly, she returned saying that your blood sugar was low and they were going to take you to the NICU. We thought it was no big deal and you would be out soon. We were wrong...
We waited several hours for the text from your birthmom saying she was ready to meet us and to take us to meet you. As soon as we saw her, we each gave her a hug to thank her. Then, we went to meet you...My heart was in my throat. I was about to meet the most important person in my life: YOU. You were as perfect, absolutely perfect. It was completely love at first sight. The nurses asked if we wanted to hold you, and I asked your birthmom if she wanted to hold you. She said no and wanted me to hold you. You melted my heart and your dad's heart. You were ours forever.
So, in a whirlwind, on August 13, 2014, at 1:28 PM, you were born at Stony Brook University, weighing 9 lbs. and measuring 20 1/2 inches. Our wait to meet you was over.
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