The Low Down

Okay I am sorry for all these long posts, first Christmas now child birth. Feel free to skip I just want to get it documented, not only myself but also, for the few who want to know the details. Wednesday morning we had our appointment set for the induction. We went and dropped off Beckett at daycare and headed into the hospital. The nurse came in and hooked up my IV, which was then followed by a visit from my doctor. My camera battery was charged so I never got the "last" pregnant picture in regular clothes, repeat of history. SO this is my last prego picture. Back to the induction. The nurse came in every 30 minutes and increased my pitosin. I was pleasantly pleased that I wasn't in an extreme amount of pain. I got a pretty good nap in, while Scott ran a few errands. Around 1:30 the nurse came in and was very confused, the reason that I was not feeling any pain and not having horrible contractions was because the pitosin wasn't doing anything. She said that she was going to go and talk to Dr. Herta but more than likely they were going to send me home and schedule me to come back another day because my body wasn't ready to have a baby. Well 10 - 15 minutes later, Linda, the nurse, returned to change the bag of fluid, I saw a spicket looking thing and asked her what it was and she confirmed that it was my pitosin line. After a little detective work I asked if it was connected. Sure enough it wasn't. I think the floor was about to have a baby, but I was not any closer. Scott was pretty upset that we had just wasted 6 hours of sitting in the hospital for nothing, but what can you do. She felt horrible that it wasn't hooked up and I didn't want to add to that. So we gave it one more try. Right before Dr. Herta left for the night (around 6) she checked me and I was still a 2. It was a little discouraging but not as discouraging as it was when the nurse came in and checked me at 9:30 after I had been having pretty intense contractions for the last few hours and I was STILL at a 2/3. I cried. I was having contractions and they weren't doing a dang thing. I could feel my body trying to work but nothing was happening. They had the anaesthesiologist come in to talk to me about the epidural, but I didn't want it at a 2. I felt like an enormous baby, with a pain tolerance of zero and it didn't make it any better that I just wanted my doctor to be there in the delivery room. She said that if I was ready before midnight she would come back up to the hospital to deliver our little girl, the realization that I was going to miss the deadline added to all of the emotions that were running inside of me. I got my epidural at 10:30 and my new nurse came in to check me at 11:30 to see if she could break my water. I was an 8....She said that she was surprised that my contractions, since they were so intense, hadn't broken my water but that it should break on its own and she started to prep the room for delivery. I was elated. Finally my body was doing something.

I AM HAVING A BABY!!!!

About 10 minutes later I felt like I was going to "wet" my pants (if I had been wearing any, however, I had been styling the open backed hospital gown so I suppose there was not chance of wetting my pants). I told the nurse, so she checked me again, I was a 10 and "There is the baby, no wait you are delivering a bag of water". My water still hadn't broken and it was coming out. She called and said that she needed a Dr asap. The doctor came in they finished setting up my room and 2 contraction and 4 minutes later my little Monroe was here. It was such a different experience than Beckett's birth. I cried uncontrollably. I couldn't stop looking at her. They put her on my stomach, cut the cord and I just got to hold her. She wasn't whisked away, she was mine. Her cry may have been the most beautiful noise I have ever heard, it only lasted 30 seconds but it was complete bliss. They weighed her, got her footprints, cleaned her up and not once did she ever make a single noise, she just layed there with here eyes wide open, taking in the world around her. It was such an amazing experience. She started nursing within minutes after she was cleaned up and she latched right on. AGAIN, it was AMAZING! I couldn't believe how perfect she was. There was no confusion, there weren't a million people in the room surrounding her, I saw everything.
My first post pregnancy picture.

It was so cold in the room. I couldn't stop shaking, so the wonderful nurse got me 2 extremely hot blankets. I was in some sort of heaven.

Capturing Monroe's footprints

Beckett meeting Monroe for the first time. He LOVED her. He says my baby he just wanted to hold her and kiss her. It was so cute. I was a little surprised. When he walked in I asked him where the baby was, he looked at my stomach and then looked around the room until he found her.
Scott holding Beckett, Beckett holding Monroe & Monroe holding Beckett's finger. Beckett was amazed that his baby was holding his hand.

*****I LOVE MY FAMILY*****

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