I excitedly called the hubby on the way home. I then proceeded to make arrangements for my parents arrival to watch the kids while we were at the hospital. And, I have to admit, I was definitely nervous but it felt good to know I would be holding my baby boy very soon.
Papa Richard & MiMi arrived sometime in the early evening after we went out to a delicious dinner with my FIL & MIL at our favorite Mexican restaurant, Felipe's. I have to say, I was very anxious & scared knowing what I would be going through the very next morning, but so eager to see the face of the little boy I had been sheltering for 41 weeks & introduce him to his big Sister & big Brother.
It was such a relief to know that the room we got all settled into, would be the room where I would labor, deliver, & spend countless precious moments with my new little family of 5. To say that it was an easy delivery would be correct, but it did take some time to get there & a few bumps along the way...
Around 3 cm dilated, I asked for the epidural. The anaesthesiologist wasn't keen on doing it so soon, but decided to grant my wish anyway. I was thrilled!! I was in minimal pain, but wasn't wanting to see how far I could take it. And, thank goodness I got it when I did. They prepped me & had me back curved like a rolly polly. I knew that the shot/epidural were a very easy thing to get through & well worth the relief. During my last 2 l&d's the anaesthesiologist said that I had a great back for an epidural. They even said it this time around, but for some odd reason had much difficulty threading it. It wasn't fun being poked over & over again while they redid the local to start the whole process over. It had to be about a half hour long. I could feel the small tube go down my back & each time they would hit bone. I cringe. They apologized, but in all honesty all I was concerned about was that it worked & I would have no pain during the pushing stage.
Shortly after, every one left us so we could get some rest. Braden took a nap on the chair beside me while I was starting to feel some unpleasant pressure down low. It didn't occur to me at the time, but baby B #3 was working his way down to get ready to meet us. The pressure got to a point where I called for the nurse. I asked for more of the epidural & they checked me. 9 cm!! I went from 4 to 9 pretty quickly. Finally! It wasn't much longer.
They set up the room with that sterile blue lined table full of intimidating instruments. The nurse worked with me to do practice pushes & then some doctor (my OB wasn't on call) along with others (who I don't even know) came in to deliver our little peanut. The pushing was exhausting! Much more exhausting than my other deliveries. I started coughing & they encouraged me to do so to produce more pressure. Braden was awesome, helping me through every push. At one point, I felt ready to stop, close my legs, & be done. I was that tired. But, with each push I knew that that might be the moment.
|This is the photo we texted to our families|
He came out perfect. 10 toes. 10 fingers. With a head full of hair & no name.