Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Jordan Boyd

I forgot to publish this. 

Baby Bo will be two months old this week and I still have yet to write anything about him! Actually, I am not that surprised I am a pretty mediocre blogger so I am pretty much right on par.

The birth.
I was 40 weeks and 4 days so my doctors decided to finally induce me. So on Feb 25 Jordan and I ventured over to the hospital to have a baby. I had been having contractions for WEEKS, like since 35 weeks along.  And they hurt every time, but when I would tell my doctor about them he would say it was normal third trimester pains, not contractions.  (I think he was forgetting this wasn't my first rodeo) When we got there and got "settled in" and hooked up, the nurses were shocked to see regular strong contractions... the same ones I had been feeling all along.  My doctor came in and informed me that he would have started labor a few weeks ago if he knew they were this real.  Haha oh well.  Because I was already contracting he broke my water right away, and gave me a super small dose of PIT and said he would prob turn it off in about a hour or so.  Things got moving pretty quickly from there, I had it made up in my mind to hold off from an epidural for as long as possible.  With Madilyn I had two real contractions and decided I had nothing to prove and asked for it right away.  This this labor was moving MUCH more quickly and as long as I was standing I was able to handel the contractions.  If I sat or laid down I pretty much wanted to die.  When the nurse or doctor came in they were always surprised about how well I was doing, saying things like I did not even look or act like I was in labor, or most women with contractions this strong and close would be freaking out.  I credit two things, mostly being able to stand up and move around,  I can not even say enough how much this helps, second I am super duper prideful and wanted to keep my tough girl act up.  ( During my pre-natal care all the doctors would say I was their easiest patient, and so I never wanted to complain or mention anything to them because I am a total weirdo and took way too much pride in that.) Four hours into labor I was at a 7, and my doctor said it would be my last chance to get an epidural and I said no, said the contractions hurt super bad, but I was ok, and its not like the epidural helped during pushing anyways, and so it was not worth it.  Well, I was then informed that it must have worn off when I had Madilyn because I should have not felt any of that pain, and it does in fact cover up the "ring of fire".  The anesthesiologist was in my room 30 minutes later.  45 minutes after it was placed I was ready to push.  Even with the HEAVY epidural I could still feel that sensation, and the need to, even though so many people say you cant.  Here is the kicker. There were two other ladies in labor that day.  One had been there for like 12 hours and the other one since the morning like me. Somehow we all become complete and ready to go within minutes of each other.  The nurse came into my room and said the girl next door had an epidural that did not work and they wanted to help her first since she was crying and hollering up a storm. I did not know it was her first baby and she was going to be pushing for over an hour.  THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THEN THE FEELING OF NEEDING TO GET THE DANG BABY OUT OF YOU AND BEING TOLD NOT TO.  They literally told me to lay flat on my back and cross my legs.  I told them I was going to push and Jordan would catch.  I was told no by both Jordan and the nurse. When My doctor came in 90 minutes later Bo was born 3 pushes later.  One push for the head, one for the shoulders and one for the chest. The boy is big.  He weighed 8 pounds 12 ounces, and 22 inches long.  After Jordan went over to look at him he came back to me and could not stop talking about his huge hands and feet.  An hour later I was FINALLY able to hold him.  ( that's a whole other story about how annoyed I was at it.  He was 100% fine, but the nurse kept doing things that did not need to be done right away, like a full bath, dressing him, TRYING TO FEED HIM, telling me how young I was and she would show me how to do everything. I think she thought I was 16 and this was my first baby.) Overall it was great and wonderful.  Totally beats the 18 hours of labor and 2 hours of pushing with Madilyn.


Ps. 4 months later now and after much debate and time to think. I regret the epidural. 

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