I don't know how it happened, but my cervix is the gate keeper.
I was sure I wouldn't see my doctor for that Wednesday appointment. He was sure. My mother-in-law and mom were sure. BRETT was sure. We were all so sure Kian would make his appearance before 39 weeks.
The thing about being induced, and this is my first time, is that it's a hit or miss. I mean, first, you have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn, nay, before the butt crack of dawn, to call the hospital to see if they can even take you.
So I stayed up all of last Wednesday night fretting.
"What if they can't take me tomorrow? I'll die. I. Will. Die. My moms will hate me. Brett got work off, and it will have been a wasted vacation day. What will we even do tomorrow if they can't take me."
So, 3 a.m. comes, I make the call, they tell me they're full and they'll "call" me when a labor room becomes available. Psht. I've heard that line before. Ok, not exactly that line. But still.
So, of course I couldn't go back to sleep. I cried. I seethed. I hit Brett and made him wake up and suffer with me. He lasted all of 23 seconds.
I laid in bed until 9 the next morning without having had another wink of sleep. I knew I'd regret it. I called the hospital a few more times. Always the same answer: they'll call.
I made my appearance to two very disappointed mothers. I was grumpy. I was feeling picked on and pregnant and super uncomfortable. I didn't want condolences. I wanted to shop.
So, I did my makeup. Pulled my hair back. Put on a bra. Miracle of miracles. Got dressed, came out and then the phone rang.
I've never wanted a phone call like that in all my life.
It was really strange going to the hospital to have a baby and not be in labor. It was so calm. Got into bed without bending over in agony. Took myself to the bathroom several times. Watched t.v.
I breathed through the first 6 hours of pitocin induced contractions. It turns out those breathing exercises really work! Who knew!
Even when they were coming fast and furious, breathing really helped. I wanted to keep going without any pain medicine, but I'm weak, and the nurse kept saying cryptic things like, "The doctor is coming to break your water. If you want an epidural, you'll have to get it now."
The anesthesiologist kept coming in, squirting a needle excitedly, only to be turned away from me.
But I gave in. Got the epidural (most painful one out of 4, I might add). I asked for only one dose, and I could still move my legs a little bit. The doctor came and broke my water. 40 minutes and 2 pushes later, Kian was born! Bing bam boom. He was crawling up and looking to latch on before they even cut the umbilical cord. It was awesome.
I got to hold him as long as I wanted right after he was born. It was love at first sight. All my worries that I had being pregnant evaporated the second he squawked. And really, it was only one squawk. Absolutely adorable. The whole birth was so quiet and calm. It was amazing.
7 lb 8oz
Born at 8:28 pm August 16, 2012
Reddish blonde hair and dark green eyes (weird, huh?)
More pictures to come: