Well... some of you may know, and I apologize for not updating this sooner - I have been really bad about it the last few weeks. I went in for my last doctors appointment on February 15th, my due date, and they did an ultrasound (I'll post the HILARIOUS picture later) to get a weight estimate, etc. and make sure he was still okay. My doctor said she was going to schedule me for the following week to be induced and to check back the next day. So, I did. As soon as they opened. They had scheduled me to be at the hospital at 8pm on Tuesday, February 22nd. Woo hoo! Officially scheduled :)
I worked on Monday (half day release) and then got things organized for my sub. Tuesday I took a mental health day to do some fun things for myself. Although, the whole time I was worried that the day would drag by with anticipation. It didn't, luckily! I got a manicure/pedicure (last one for a while, I imagine...), went to lunch with Ben and my father-in-law (Panera) and saw a movie (The King's Speech - amazing!). We did some things around the house, walked Stella, did the elliptical, had dinner (with the Pidgeons and Chris) and it was time to head to the hospital!
I checked in around 8:00, and was in my labor 'suite' shortly thereafter. By about 10:30 (after all sorts of tests and forms and protocol) they gave me some cervidil. Google it if you really want to know what it is. The nurses told me that I was already having contractions, but I couldn't feel them. I guess it wasn't what I was expecting them to feel like - at all! The cervidil made them closer together, and little man did not like that. His heart rate dropped for a few minutes, and the nurses rushed in to remove the cervidil. (Oxygen mask on me and all!) They gave me a little bit of time to recover, and then decided to start me on the pitocin (what they were going to originally give me the next morning if the cervidil didn't do anything). So, around 2am, the pitocin drip began. The SAME thing happened. Little man was not having it, so they cut the IV. My doctor decided to let me sleep overnight (um, like 4 hours), and they would try the pitocin one more time. She also told me "this is your last chance. Well, no. This is HIS last chance to come out on his own." We all knew what that meant.
I wasn't against the idea of a
Not 25 minutes later, but baby
It wasn't what I expected (again), and it didn't "hurt" per se.... but there were definitely some uncomfortable moments. I thought my ribs were going to break when my doctor pushed on them (and
Oliver Stanley Porter.... Oliver just because we love that name, saw a bunch of signs while I was pregnant, and because it's just English enough for Ben. Stanley was my grandfather's middle name as well.
We had a bunch of visitors at the hospital... Ben's dad was in town (he had a show in Boston and popped by to visit), my mom flew in (she's still here - thankfully!) as well as Chris and Brian.
Soooo cute! Congrats again, I'm so happy for you both. Like i always tell my friends, you can never plan for your delivery because nothing ever goes according to plan huh! I had no clue you got a c section!
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