Since the last time I’ve written, our world has been turned completely upside-down and round and round. But I say this with a huge smile on my face because it’s all for a very, VERY, good reason. We are now parents… yup… I am a Mom.
I can’t put into words how much I love my new job, how much I love seeing his face everyday, how MUCH I love my son. While he came without a manual (oh how I would love to have one), he is soooooo worth every trial and tribulation.
He’s 2 months and 19 days old (aka 11 weeks). Everyday he does something new. He’s cooing, smiling and doing a pretty good job of holding his head up. He doesn’t like tummy time much, so we limit it to a couple minutes at a time and then love on him.
Chores around the house have been put on the back burner and are done when there is a spare moment, which there are very few. There are also new chores added to my to-do list… well, new isn’t really a good word. How about changed… that’s a little better. L-A-U-N-D-R-Y. Yup! And LOTS OF IT!!! I tend to wash a load of diapers a day. It may sound strange but I actually enjoy it. I really do. I’ve always had an enjoyment of doing laundry… the part I don’t like doing is putting it away. Well I take that back. Again, putting it all away isn’t bad, putting little man’s clothes and diapers away, I enjoy very much.
Now… having to go through his clothes and put aside the ones he doesn’t fit in anymore, I don’t enjoy that at all because that means he’s growing up.
Don’t get me wrong, I want him to grow and do all the things a little boy should, but not too quickly. He’s already in 3-6 months clothes and it seems like just yesterday I was being admitted into L&D. And that’s a story if there ever was one.
The last time I wrote, I had just been to the hospital and had tests run for gestational hypertension. The following day after all that happened we got a phone call from the hospital asking us to come back to L&D. We had just got done shopping at Costco so we quickly dropped off all our goods, let the dogs out, and then made our way back to the hospital.
When we got to the L&D triage desk, I handed my ID to the nurse behind the desk and she picked up the phone to call someone. I then heard her say, “Your induction is here.”. I was being induced? I then asked her exactly that. She told me someone would be out to see me in a moment and we could have a seat in the waiting area.
As we waited to find out what was going on, I made a few calls to family to let everyone know we were going to have a baby today (or tomorrow, depending on how long our little guy decided to take). Soon we were talking to a wonderful doctor. He explained the situation pretty plainly which was nice… Apparently the hospital had been trying to reach us all day. The contact info they had for us was wrong. How? I was just filling out paperwork with current info two weeks earlier directly with the hospital admin office during my L&D tour.
He continued to explain that since I was past 37 weeks and having a bit of hypertension, they felt it would be better for me and baby to induce labor and get things rolling. I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, but it would be a good idea. The one thing I wanted to avoid, I was very clear about… I DID NOT want to have a c-section if it could be avoided. The doctor understood and soon we were signing paperwork for the induction. He then informed me about how an induction works.
A short time later I was brought to my room where I was put into a lovely hospital gown and hooked up to all kinds of monitors. Since I had hypertension, they had a blood pressure cuff on me that did it’s thing every hour. UGH how I hate that thing. A doctor came in shortly after to check and see how far I was dilated… things were moving along on their own which was good. I was then told that at the moment they didn’t think I would need pitocin. This made me very happy. They were going to break my water and then see how my body reacted before deciding whether pitocin was needed.
It wasn’t… AT ALL. Soon I was in labor and in pain. The contractions were intense and I won’t lie, I wanted to go as long as I could without an epidural. I lasted about an hour and a half before I was asking for it. Unfortunately by that time, the hospital was doing its rotations and I had to wait a little while longer. It took about 15 minutes before the wonderful anesthesiologist was doing his magic. Oh and it was magic all right. Unfortunately, I was having a contraction while he was doing his handy work so it was a bit uncomfortable. I had to stay still, very still, which was hard to do. He did his job, and well, and about 20 minutes later, I felt nothing below my waist. It was very strange. My legs felt very heavy when I lifted them… Soon I was fully dilated and effaced. Our little guy was ready to make his debut… or rather my body was ready for him to make his appearance.
Soon I was pushing as hard as I could… and then pushing some more. I would get light headed after a while so I was given oxygen and told to turn on my side. I’d then push some more and then move onto my other side, all with lots of help from my wonderful nurses. Yup, nurses. Plural. I had two. I forgot to mention that.
One of my nurses was in an orientation of sorts. She’d been a nurse for a long while, but never in L&D. She was being shadowed by another L&D nurse and I was their patient for the night. LOVELY!!! It truly was.
I pushed for an hour and 45 minutes and then he arrived into our lives. He didn’t scream like in the movies… his cry was more subtle which worried me. He was whisked to his own little part of the room where he was looked over a ton. He had a bit of amniotic fluid in his lungs and was having labored breathing so the pediatricians wanted to take him to the NICU. I wasn’t able to hold him until over 45 minutes after he was born. The pediatricians were still working on him when they told me they were going to give him to me for some skin to skin time. It felt so nice to have him in my arms. After about 5 minutes the doctors said his breathing had gotten better and he no longer needed to go to the NICU. Thank goodness.
I was admitted at around 3:30 PM. Holden was born at 11:26 PM. It was a lot of work but he was well worth every minute.
I’m going to do my best to write more often… my very best. It’s just hard to do now that my little guy is here. I miss writing. So much. Oh my gosh it’s been a while…