The slide show pretty much tells the story...but to have it in written format...Here are the events in words...
We set up the induction for Monday. I was 39 weeks, 2 days. The nurse told me the hospital would start calling around 4am to set up a time for me to come in. I couldn't sleep at all. Too anxious. The call finally came at 5am and they told me to be at the hospital at 7am. I tried to rest, but couldn't. I got in the shower at 6am...did my hair and makeup (gotta feel good about yourself on delivery day, right?), kissed my kiddos (it was oh-so-hard to kiss Ry knowing he wasn't going to be the baby after today...), and we left around 6:45am with suitcases, diaper bag, cameras and car seat.
Once I got admitted and changed into a gown, they started the IV around 7:30am. The IV was the hardest. part. of. the. entire. delivery. No joke. I hate IVs. Luckily it was one poke and done...but I got really light headed, felt the world closing in. Trev says I passed out completely, but I didn't think I was totally out...just not coherent enough to respond. Ugh. It was awful. I hate needles, pokes, IVs... yuck. So glad to have the done right off the bat.
I was 5cm, 50% effaced, -2 station upon admission.
The nurses were in the middle of a shift change, so it took awhile, but they started pitocin around 8:15. But, as usual for me, no real action on the pitocin. The doctor stopped by and said she would break my water once the anesthesiologist came by for the epidural (I insisted on getting the epidural before they break my water...knowing the baby comes super fast after that and there might not be time. And that would be no fun).
The doctor was hoping the anesthesiologist would be ready by 9am to break my water...but as hospitals go...he couldn't get there until 9:15 and my doctor had left for the office. The epidural was fine. Much easier than the IV. I think it is something about not being able to see or know what is going...so my mind doesn't fret so much. It wasn't painful. I was numb in about 30 minutes. It worked great...especially great on my right side and took several hours to wear off.
Well, now my doctor couldn't come back to break my water until another one of her patients was ready to deliver. The other lady was pushing...so how long could it really be? Well, it took 3 hours. Poor girl. We just waited and chatted and waited. They upped the pitocin a few times, but no real change.
Finally she came and delivered the other patient's baby. And broke my water at about 12:15. She said she was staying in scrubs and would be over when I was completely dilated.
At first I was thinking this might not be like my other deliveries...the contractions weren't coming much harder or faster...but by the time 12:40 rolled around, I started to feel some pressure. The nurse checked me and said I was complete. From 5 to 10 cm in 25 minutes! She said don't push, we are calling the doctor.
My doctor was there by 12:45 (thank heavens for an office next door to the hospital). She scrambled to get in gloves and all the garb. We waited for one contraction, and with 2 pushes he was here at 12:53pm. After all the waiting, all the action happened so fast!
He was crying as soon as he came out. 10 toes. 10 fingers. Boy parts. Check. Check. Check. He was sweet as can be. Cute little head (no cone head here) and sweet little face.
So unbelievable to think this precious baby has been inside me! Pregnancy and birth is such a miracle! Holding that sweet baby on my chest while they did the cord, placenta, and few stitches, was incredible. A little life straight from heaven and just placed in my arms. I was paranoid the entire pregnancy and it was such an overwhelming feeling of gratitude to see him crying, pink, healthy, and perfect.
He weighed 7 pounds 12 ounces (my biggest baby by 9 ounces!!), 20 inches long. Head circumference was 14 inches. Apgar scores were 9 and 9. Blood type is A-...same as me (no need for another Rhogam shot...hooray!).
The kids came running in around 2pm so excited to see the little guy! Carson and Addy couldn't get enough of him. And then it took some coaxing to get Ry involved, but he did kiss his head and was super excited about his 'big brother' present (a toy train). He was more interested in my IV's and cords and 'owies' than the tiny person in my arms. Since then he has warmed up to little Miles. I haven't sensed much jealousy or change in behavior ... SO grateful for that! (But then again, he's just as crazy as he usually is).
We moved to the Mother/Baby section about 5:00pm. It took a long time for me to get on my feet because the epidural had my right leg numb for a really long time. But I was finally able to get up and get to the wheelchair. Trevor went and got take-out Olive Garden for us...and it was a pretty uneventful first night. Baby got up to eat a couple times and the after-labor pains and nursing pain started kicking in. Of course they had to take my blood at 5am, and then the anesthesiologist at 8am and my doctor at 9am. I snuck in a shower around 8:30.....which felt SO good.
We were fully expecting to go home the day after the delivery. But when the pediatrician came by she was concerned by how much he was spitting up. He was spitting up after each feeding..and it was yellow..which could be normal, but might not be. To make sure he didn't have a intestinal problem, they ran some x-rays and decided to keep us another night to make sure he was ok. We got the ok the next day even though he was spitting up still...but with wet and dirty diapers every hour or so, and no unusual weight changes, we figured he was just a spitty baby! The second day and night in the hospital were very relaxing because there wasn't much left to do. So I just enjoyed having food brought to me, medicine on demand, and snuggling my sweet baby. My sisters, mom, and the kids came by again that day too to keep us company.
And we had time to finalize the name: Miles Eric. Eric is my Grandpa Snow's middle name. After months of debating...it just 'fit' and settled in both of our hearts the day after he was born. He was our little Miles. I love his name.
In addition to my mom...we were lucky to have a ton of family come see Miles when he was brand new. We have been so grateful for all the visits, cards, phone calls, presents, meals, and love offered to us by so many during those first few weeks.
Okay, whew! That was long....but I'll be grateful someday for all this detail and pictures, right?
Oh...and the winners of the contest: Uncle Chris and my dad. They were only a day off on the delivery date (no one got it exactly right) AND they both were the only ones even close on the birth weight (they both guessed 7 pounds 13 ounces...only an ounce off). Next closest guess was 7 pounds 5 ounces. I'll make good on the prizes...promise!