After my water broke things started to get harder. Harder to focus, harder to not be irritated that hubby wanted to watch the news and I couldn't stand it (haha!), contractions were harder, and I was getting so tired, I mean, it was 2:30 am!
Up to this point I was pretty comfortable about how everything was going. The nurse(s) never pressured my about my non-epidural decision, never mentioned giving me Pitocin, kind of left me alone to do my thing. ..
I think it was around 4:30 our nurse came in to check on me, I told her I could tell it was getting time! So she headed off to get everything ready to bring in. So shortly after, the nurses started coming in and getting set up, the Doctor (on call/not my regular OB) came in and introduced himself . But he didn't stay long, he apologized but he was not-so-patiently waiting for the next Dr on call to come in, I remember specifically looking at the clock at that point and it was 4:45 am. Something about being in charge of his sons science fair project and he was in charge of driving it meet the bus ?!? (He came and check in on me later that day and said he should have stayed, he hit a deer on the way! We all had a good laugh.)
Oh, the stirrups! ugh. They must have gotten new ones because they were more like tables to hold my legs up.! I was thinking What the... Anywho, the new Dr came in and was very nice, made some jokes, and lightened up the atmosphere a bit.
Up until this point I really felt in tune with my body, understanding what it was doing, working with the contractions, not letting the pain tense up my body too much. But when you have your nurse poking your belly and telling you to take a deep breathe, and counting to 10, all while your body is telling you it wasn't ready yet was hard. I tried to listen, but since this was after all my fourth I needed to listen to my body more than her. ... Thankfully he arrived less than 15 minutes of Dr change/pushing!
At 5:02 am Theo Christian was born and cried right away. Due to the meconium we were not able to do delayed cord clamping and have him on my chest right away, but daddy got to cut the cord and the NICU nurse took him right away off to the side of the room to get evaluated. I literally barely got a glance at him. Standing up, Calvin was able to watch the nurses take care of Theo and told me he looked like Ashton.
It seemed like forever to get cleaned up (no tears/no stitches) and for Theo to get evaluated. It was so sweet for Calvin to get to hold him first and finally hand him to me for the first time. I'm pretty sure I had tears rolling down my cheeks.
He weighed 6 lbs 5 oz, our smallest baby and perfectly healthy.! He nursed within that first hour. Daddy headed home to get a little cat nap before bringing the big kids to meet him!
And here's a picture overload :)
He is a wonderful 4th addition to our family and so thankful he is healthy and already SO loved.!
Read PART ONE.