I just want to start off by saying to you all a big, huge THANK YOU. Your sweet comments and emails and IG/tweets of support have been overwhelming and amazing. You have gotten me through this all and I just appreciate it all. So much. So thank you.
Now...to this lil guy's amazing entry into mommy and daddy's world:
I was scheduled for an induction on Wednesday evening, December 26th with the hopes of delivering on Thursday, December 27th.
|About to leave our house for the hospital!! We are all smiles here, but believe me...we were SO NERVOUS!!!|
|My last belly photo! 39.5 weeks!|
We arrived at the hospital around 9pm on Wednesday and met my sister there. My sister actually works at this hospital as a Labor and Delivery nurse, so she came in for moral support and to explain everything that the nurses were doing to me to get my labor started. I was very scared but also very excited. I knew that this was it...there was no turning back.
About 10pm, the nurse inserted the Cytotec and waited for the magic to start happening. (This medicine is given again every four hours until the desired result is produced.) This medicine was supposed to thin my cervix and prep my body for contractions/labor...my sister told my a couple of times to not be discouraged if I had to have several doses of this medication to get me ready. I, however, was not having that! I was bound and determined to get the show on the road and not have to have more than one dose! Luckily for me, I was already contracting on my own for quite some time and didn't even realize it!!! This made me feel better because I knew that even without the induction, I probably would have went into labor on my own on the 27th anyway!
I wasn't due to be checked to see if the meds were working until 2am, but I started contracting heavily and quite painfully at 1:30am. And the contractions were VERY IRREGULAR. I would have one and then 10 minutes later I would have another. Then nothing. Or, I would have five huge contractions in a row with no time to prepare for the pain....let me tell you...this was super exhausting. Then the nurse came in to tell me that Baby Apple was not handling the contractions as well as they wanted him to, so they put me on Oxygen. This regulated his little heartbeat and then he was just fine.
About 2:30 am, I just could not stand the pain anymore. It hurt so bad and I just couldn't keep up with the irregular contractions. I think if they were more regular, I could have handled it better, but when those contractions were coming every 30 seconds and very strong I just couldn't take it. I was checked and I was 3 cm. It was time for my epidural, aka, HEAVEN. I was also told at this point that I would not need anymore Cytotec because I was laboring on my own. I only had one dose!!! I would not even need Pitocin! I was so excited!!!!
|Here I am in Epidural Bliss Land....The red light on my finger was checking my blood pressure. I thought I looked like ET Phone Home.|
I was able to get some sleep while contracting quite heavily. I slept from 3am to around 5 am and started to feel some pain again. Then my water broke. I actually heard it POP. It was the WEIRDEST feeling in the whole world...like I was constantly peeing on myself.
I started to feel more pain and the epidural was upped a little bit and I felt a bit better, but still felt pressure.
I was checked at 7am and I was at a 6. At this point I was feeling very anxious and excited. My sister and husband were keeping me entertained and keeping my mind off of everything.
Around 8:45 am I was checked again and I was at a 9! I knew it wouldn't be much longer...we started to call family. My mom, mother-in-law, and dad arrived at the hospital and came in to wish me well. They were asked to leave the room around 9:40 am so I could be checked again. The nurse told me that I was a 10!!!! Time to push!!!!
At this point I was ready to push but afraid of the pain...my epidural was not 100% and I could feel the pain from the pressure...this was a blessing and a curse all at the same time. Blessing because I knew when to push, but curse because, well, I felt it!
I very quickly got over the pain...I told myself to SUCK IT UP and be strong. And I was. I started pushing at 9:45 and at 10:24 am, Baby Apple entered the world!!!!!!!
He was healthy! He was screaming! And he was LONG!!! He weighed 7lbs 14ozs and was 20.5 inches long! His fingers are so long and he has HUGE feet!!!!!! And I am IN LOVE. SO in love.
I found out afterwards that I needed, ahem, several stitches in my nether regions (2nd degree tear)....here we are one week out and I barely feel them anymore. I feel really good and almost healed!
|The first time I held him!!!!!|
I have never known a greater love than I feel now. Never. It is the scariest time of my life right now because I want to make sure I am doing everything correctly. Am I feeding him enough? Is he eating too much? What does that sound mean? Should he be breathing like that? Why did he sneeze? It is EXHAUSTING but amazing. I am taking this time now to get to know him just like he is getting to know me.
I just can't quit staring at him. I'm in awe. I can't believe we made this little guy. I can't believe he is mine! He is my life.
Now, about his name....I did mention earlier on the blog that I probably would not be telling anyone his name for privacy/personal reasons...I still feel this way now and want to protect him as much as possible while still showing him off on here for you all to see. I hope you can respect my decision.
Well, that's it!!! I'll be back soon to regular posting! I am just trying to spend every moment possible right now snuggling with my little guy because we all know that babies just don't stay little for very long!!!!