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January 6, 2011 12:33 pm
8 pounds 4 ounces, 19 Ĺ in
This was my first planned induction, so it all seemed very weird to me. I couldnít sleep the night before knowing that I was going to have a baby the next day, so strange. Anyway, my dad came over to watch the kids and Fernando and I headed to the hospital. Got there at 6:30 and was all settled and hooked up to monitors before 7. Then the waiting began, apparently it was crazy busy because we didnít see anyone for an hour. Finally got pitocin going at 8:30 and my doctor wanted to start me slow since I have a history of fast labors. The contractions were not bad at first, so I got up and was walking around the room. At 9:40, they broke my water and that was not fun, baby was still high and so was my cervix so it took forever and I swear the resident scratched me with the amniohook about 5 times. Anyway, that really started labor and I was having to breath through the contractions. At about 11:30, they checked me again and I was only 6. I was like ďoh my God, how can I only be that far (I started at almost 5)?Ē Well, 35 minutes later, I was telling Fern that he better call the nurse because I could feel pressure, the resident checked me and I was 7-8, 10 minutes later she checked again because I was shaking and puking and there I was at 9. This is the moment the lady from the lab decided to draw my blood. I swear if I could have moved, I probably would have killed her. Anyway, between contractions, I looked at my nurse and told her that when I told her I felt like pushing, that meant baby was here. Luckily she believed me because about five minutes later, I told her I needed to push. The resident checked me, I had an anterior lip, so she told me not to push and LEFT. Okay, whatever. One more contraction, and I told the nurse that he was coming, she called my doctor as she was grabbing gloves. My doctor walked in, told me to push if I needed to and ended up catching a baby before they even had the bed completely broke down. He was born at 12:33. Little man was blue and not moving much, I think he was shocked to be out in the cold world so quickly, one push isnít a lot of time to prepare. Once he was up on my chest he started squirming and crying, so I didnít have a chance to worry much. My next shock was when I found out he was 8 pounds 4 oz, almost a pound bigger than my older son. Anyway, he was quickly nursing like a champ. My dad brought the two older ones about an hour after he was born and Livy instantly loved him. Eli, however, chose to pretend that Callum didnít exist and would have nothing to do with me if I was holding him when he came in the room. If someone else had him, I could get a few cuddles, but itís definitely been an adjustment for him.