Ok, so I'm a little late here...sorry! Our precious Oliver Presley turned one last week! I cannot believe how fast this past year has gone by. All that day I was thinking about the day he was born. You see, his birth was sooo much better than Jamie's. The night before Oliver was born, we went to Chuck E. Cheese for a little fun time for Jamie's birthday which was in 12 days. I had been feeling different that day, but didn't think much about it. I didn't go into labor with Jamie on my own so I had no idea what to expect. So, after our fun time, we went to the grocery store because I was hungry but didn't know for what! We were planning on going to the baptism for my bestie's little girl on Sunday. I really couldn't sleep much when we got home. The contractions started around 3:15am and by 3:30 they were a minute apart. I was trying to stay calm, but man, those contractions came on so fast and so hard!
We got to the hospital at 4 (luckily it is only a few minutes from our house) and I was having a hard time dealing with those pains! I was happy to get some medicine to help relax while I waited for the epidural. I got that lovely medicine at 5am and was a 10 and ready to go (I was a 7 when I got to the hospital). The nurse said to just let Oliver come down the rest of the way on his own instead of pushing right away. I was fine with that. I could get some rest and let Oliver do his own thing and not have to push for so long. After a nice nap, the nurse came back in at 8 and said it was time to push. I was so relaxed this time around. We were watching CMT and music videos. I did 3 or 4 rounds of pushing and my little man made his entrance at 8:30. I felt so good, minus the horrible tailbone pain. I also looked good....please don't think that I full of myself, but I looked like poo after Jamie and had a hard time just moving....with Oliver, I was moving and just looked much better, and I felt better. 
It is kind of ironic that Oliver's delivery was so fast because he is so laid back and kind of lazy :) I have a blast with him and get such a kick out of him. He has the best smile, his whole face lights up. He is definately a momma's boy, big time, but I'm not complaining! He loves to play, pick on his brother, dance, music, snuggle and has a temper. Oh my, when he wants something he will let you know. He doesn't like the word "no" and throws a fit everytime we tell him no. Like I said, he loves to pick on Jamie and Oliver starts the fighting most of the time. But then he flashes that smile like in the picture below and you just melt!
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