We're proud to welcome Milo Fox Donner to our family!
He was born July 11, 2015 at 6:13 am. He weighed 7 lbs. 3 oz. and was 20 in. long.
The Orem Owlz were down 5 to nothing in the 7th. I got up to go to the bathroom, having felt a few contractions, making sure it wasn't just need to pee. Turns out, it wasn't. I got back as the top of the inning ended and asked Sean if he was ready to go. It was just too bad that he'd bought the tallest slushee and wouldn't be able to finish it.
Earlier that day, I was texting my mom and telling her what the plan was for the night.
As we were walking to the car, they started singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game". We got in the car, stopped by the house to grab the suitcase and let Strider pee quick and then we hopped in the car for the 40 minute drive to the hospital. On the way, while I was texting my mom, I happened to check the Twin's game. I had been watching it and we were down 6-0 the whole time until that last check. Miraculously, they scored 1 run in the bottom of the 8th and 7 in the bottom of the 9th for the most incredible comeback all year. As I looked, I contracted and had the hardest time being so happy and in pain. What a day it was already.
We checked in, I was put on the monitors, and my parents came to hang out. It was about 10 o' clock. My parents came in and Sean and my dad gave me a priesthood blessing.
The worst part of it all was when they were giving me the IV. So painful and they had to poke twice. The epidural wasn't as bad and the doctor was kind enough to let me put my head on her shoulder while I held her hand and Sean's (he was sitting for good measure). For the next 6 hours, we intermittently napped, I was poked and questioned, and we listen to some music that I had prepared for the occasion. At about 4, my doctor came in. My parents left, I was ready and we started pushing.
Milo was face up. Ashley (my doc) was nervous that it'd be too hard to get him out. I kept pushing for the next 2 hours, "Milo is a Go" playlist playing the whole time, and Milo joined the world with his dark eyes and dark mullet. The first song Milo heard was absolutely magical.
He had an abnormally high fever, so after he was cleaned off, they whisked him off to the NICU for some tests. Turned out, he was just hot. There were no complications, no stitches, no trauma. It was more than a blessing. The next morning, I had a hormone/sleep-deprived meltdown and made Sean give me another blessing.
Because of his fever, though, we were trapped in the hospital for another 48 hours. My parents came and visit again the next day and my wonderful friends Emily and Erica stopped by, but there was no big parade of people. Just how I like it.
We finally were discharged on Monday morning and headed home to our fantastic puppy. He was cooped up in the basement for too many hours and he didn't destroy anything besides some cardboard boxes we intentionally left there. He did get to go to a friend's house for a day, because we weren't going home as soon as we'd hoped.
Right now, he's having a bit of a hard time because there's another thing that's getting attention, not that he's getting any less. What a guy. He never freaked out at the baby. He's seriously the best dog.
At our 5 day appointment, Milo was still as perfect as ever and all the nurses at the clinic cooed over his adorableness.
We're in love and the most excited to be his parents.
Love,
Miss Ellen, Sean and Milo
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