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November 8th 2012
November 8th started out like any other day. I had an appointment with my OBGYN and we were going to discuss the day to induce me. I had been dilated to 3cm for several weeks, and I didn't think the baby was going to come without additional coaxing. I told my darling husband to have his phone on him because I was going to call him at 10:45 and let him know the details.
My doctor walked into the room and we immediately started discussing dates. Kevin wanted me to have it on a Friday so he could take the weekend and all of Thanksgiving week off, but that was over a week and a half away. I wanted the baby out sooner. We then realized that she hadn't done the exam. As she was feeling around she gave me a funny look. She then informed me I was dilated to 7cm. I had not had any contractions in the past few days, and was certainly not in active labor. She then offered me options. I wanted an epidural . She stated I could go into labor naturally,but by that time, the window for an epidural may not be open. She then stated that I could have the baby today! The hospital was really busy, but I could show up in an hour, they could break my water, and my little boy could be here within a few hours. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, but I wanted-needed the epidural. I chose to have him that day. I am a wuss. I am not afraid to admit it, bring on the epidural and pain meds.
As I was leaving the clinic to go home, eat a lunch, and gather my things, I called Kevin. No answer. I texted him. No response. So I emailed my sister-in-law, Tina, to tell her I couldn't go to Banana Republic shopping , that I was going to have a baby (if you know me, you must realize I really wanted to have this baby. Who turns down shopping at Banana Republic?). I called my mom, Kevin's mom, and then tried my husband again. No answer. Tina had called me back by then and offered to take me to the hospital. Since it had already been about a half hour, I thanked her and she came up to get me. As we were pulling into the hospital, I still had not heard from my bratty husband, so I called his work. The secretary told me he was off campus for lunch. I told her that if she sees him, let him know his wife is at the hospital having his baby. I should have thought of that earlier. He called me back within a few minutes, asked almost no questions and came down. I think I was in trouble for not being at the pushing stage since he had to leave his salmon lunch.
It was super busy at the hospital and we finally got a room almost 2 hours later. It took them over an hour to start my IV and another hour to start the Pitocin. They kept increasing my dose, but I was still not having any contractions. Finally just before 5pm my doctor showed up and broke my water (nasty stuff). My little boy pooped in utero, so we had to make sure that the pediatricians were on standby for when my little guy came. I was very nervous, because I wanted my epidural, but they kept telling me to wait until I felt pain. If I didn't wait, I wouldn't know if the epidural was working. Within 15 minutes of my water breaking, I felt the contractions. I wanted my epidural NOW! I am so glad I did. Those suckers hurt. I am glad I never went into labor naturally and had to do that for hous. During the epidural, my body went into shock (I hate pain) and I started to get nauseated. I vomited during the procedure and got a nice large bolus of zofran to make sure that didn't happen again. Epidural was in, and I was a happy girl.
Kevin and I had discussed his role during delivery. He was not to have a role. He would either wait outside the room or face me during the labor. He gets a bit queasy and I didn't really want him seeing all that nastiness He was in agreement, until the time came. I am not sure what came over my man, but he decided to take part in the entire process. About 30 min after the epidural, the nurse checked me, and I was ready to go. She paged the doctor, and we started to push. The doctor lived about 10 min away and it would take her about 10 min to scrub in. So, we got started. After about 3 contractions, the nurse stopped me. When I asked why, she told me that if I wanted the doctor to deliver the baby, I needed to wait for her because he was there. Finally after about 15 min, the doctor and the pediatricians walked in. On the 2nd contraction, out he came.
Kevin has always mocked my mini head. I will never take offense again, and I hope all future children of mine have heads just as small. He was 7lbs 8oz and 21inches of perfection. He didn't inhale any of his fecal matter, and his apgar score was 10!
Kevin may have held my leg an watched the birth, but he was not about to cut the cord. Once they had him cleaned off, Kevin went to go check him out, but had to sit down. Another good thing about a fast delivery, the baby and I were the only patients. If it had gone any longer, Kevin may have needed some medical attention.
God must have wanted me to have more children because he answered all my prayers. I wanted a fast delivery- for selfish purposes-I wanted a cute baby. I did get a very handsome baby. I think most babies look like aliens, but my baby was stinking adorable. He was healthy and perfect. Bonuses for me: I did not poop on the table, I did not tear, or get cut (no stitches) and no hemorrhoids!. Recovery was a breeze. Other than the ibuprofen they gave me while i was leaving the delivery room, I needed no other pain meds. Remember, I already said I know this isn't normal. The nurse said that this was the easiest delivery she had ever been a part of. Thank Goodness.
He was baby Hill until a couple hours before discharge. When I put my foot down about Klaus, Jaxon was one of the few names we agreed on. Kevin was back peddling saying he didn't want a "Jack", that is why there is an "x".We love this little man and it still seems surreal that I get to keep him.
I will do a separate post later on his first month.
My doctor walked into the room and we immediately started discussing dates. Kevin wanted me to have it on a Friday so he could take the weekend and all of Thanksgiving week off, but that was over a week and a half away. I wanted the baby out sooner. We then realized that she hadn't done the exam. As she was feeling around she gave me a funny look. She then informed me I was dilated to 7cm. I had not had any contractions in the past few days, and was certainly not in active labor. She then offered me options. I wanted an epidural . She stated I could go into labor naturally,but by that time, the window for an epidural may not be open. She then stated that I could have the baby today! The hospital was really busy, but I could show up in an hour, they could break my water, and my little boy could be here within a few hours. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, but I wanted-needed the epidural. I chose to have him that day. I am a wuss. I am not afraid to admit it, bring on the epidural and pain meds.
As I was leaving the clinic to go home, eat a lunch, and gather my things, I called Kevin. No answer. I texted him. No response. So I emailed my sister-in-law, Tina, to tell her I couldn't go to Banana Republic shopping , that I was going to have a baby (if you know me, you must realize I really wanted to have this baby. Who turns down shopping at Banana Republic?). I called my mom, Kevin's mom, and then tried my husband again. No answer. Tina had called me back by then and offered to take me to the hospital. Since it had already been about a half hour, I thanked her and she came up to get me. As we were pulling into the hospital, I still had not heard from my bratty husband, so I called his work. The secretary told me he was off campus for lunch. I told her that if she sees him, let him know his wife is at the hospital having his baby. I should have thought of that earlier. He called me back within a few minutes, asked almost no questions and came down. I think I was in trouble for not being at the pushing stage since he had to leave his salmon lunch.
It was super busy at the hospital and we finally got a room almost 2 hours later. It took them over an hour to start my IV and another hour to start the Pitocin. They kept increasing my dose, but I was still not having any contractions. Finally just before 5pm my doctor showed up and broke my water (nasty stuff). My little boy pooped in utero, so we had to make sure that the pediatricians were on standby for when my little guy came. I was very nervous, because I wanted my epidural, but they kept telling me to wait until I felt pain. If I didn't wait, I wouldn't know if the epidural was working. Within 15 minutes of my water breaking, I felt the contractions. I wanted my epidural NOW! I am so glad I did. Those suckers hurt. I am glad I never went into labor naturally and had to do that for hous. During the epidural, my body went into shock (I hate pain) and I started to get nauseated. I vomited during the procedure and got a nice large bolus of zofran to make sure that didn't happen again. Epidural was in, and I was a happy girl.
Kevin and I had discussed his role during delivery. He was not to have a role. He would either wait outside the room or face me during the labor. He gets a bit queasy and I didn't really want him seeing all that nastiness He was in agreement, until the time came. I am not sure what came over my man, but he decided to take part in the entire process. About 30 min after the epidural, the nurse checked me, and I was ready to go. She paged the doctor, and we started to push. The doctor lived about 10 min away and it would take her about 10 min to scrub in. So, we got started. After about 3 contractions, the nurse stopped me. When I asked why, she told me that if I wanted the doctor to deliver the baby, I needed to wait for her because he was there. Finally after about 15 min, the doctor and the pediatricians walked in. On the 2nd contraction, out he came.
Kevin has always mocked my mini head. I will never take offense again, and I hope all future children of mine have heads just as small. He was 7lbs 8oz and 21inches of perfection. He didn't inhale any of his fecal matter, and his apgar score was 10!
Kevin may have held my leg an watched the birth, but he was not about to cut the cord. Once they had him cleaned off, Kevin went to go check him out, but had to sit down. Another good thing about a fast delivery, the baby and I were the only patients. If it had gone any longer, Kevin may have needed some medical attention.
God must have wanted me to have more children because he answered all my prayers. I wanted a fast delivery- for selfish purposes-I wanted a cute baby. I did get a very handsome baby. I think most babies look like aliens, but my baby was stinking adorable. He was healthy and perfect. Bonuses for me: I did not poop on the table, I did not tear, or get cut (no stitches) and no hemorrhoids!. Recovery was a breeze. Other than the ibuprofen they gave me while i was leaving the delivery room, I needed no other pain meds. Remember, I already said I know this isn't normal. The nurse said that this was the easiest delivery she had ever been a part of. Thank Goodness.
Our first family picture
Me and my new little man
After his first bath
no cone-head or stork bites. He's cuter than a c-section baby!
Going home. These are tight on his little body now.
Big hands, so he can palm a basketball.
/love those big eyes
I think funny faces are the cutest
He was baby Hill until a couple hours before discharge. When I put my foot down about Klaus, Jaxon was one of the few names we agreed on. Kevin was back peddling saying he didn't want a "Jack", that is why there is an "x".We love this little man and it still seems surreal that I get to keep him.
I will do a separate post later on his first month.
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