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My little tiny man is here. I know 8lbs 3oz sounds big to a lot of people who've had little 6lbers (or smaller), but 8lbs 3oz still looks so small! I can't believe he's bigger than either of his siblings!
I am sort of mentally having a harder time disassociating him from Rock than one would expect. Like he's a boy so I want to call him Rock for some reason. He was born at 38 weeks and 5 days so 9 days earlier than Rock and Courtney and bigger than both of them (7lbs 7oz and 8lbs 0oz).
I went into the hospital yesterday because my aunt (a doctor) made me think I might be leaking fluid slowly. However, I drove myself and wasn't expecting to stay really. They did a test to see if my water broke and she immediatly said it had.
So that's when I texted people and started making plans to stay there.
However, the doctor wanted a different test done and now after the nurse has told me my water's broken and some time has passed and people are already getting things together they tell me "Nope."
I burst into tears because I was totally mentally able to handle going back home when I came in, but as soon as they said my water broke I was excited to meet my baby. I finally just said I couldn't do it, I couldn't go home without my baby they had to induce me.
So at about 4 they started me on pitocin. I had already been at the hospital for about 3 hours then, but not in labor, but hooked to the monitor in the bed and uncomfortable (cuz I was obviously contracting, cuz I'm always contracting...). So I wasn't loving the whole situation anyway, and as long as you are on the pitocin you have to be hooked to the monitor for the baby, so I was confined to the area of the bed at least at that point.
Progress was slow at first cuz he was mainly just getting lower and until he did get lower he wouldn't put the pressure on my cervix so it would be slow.
At like 6pm my doctor showed up and broke my water. That helped things along, but he still wouldn't get as low as they'd like for a long while so I was at 5cm for like a long while.
Finally at sometime near 10pm or so the doctor checked me and I was 7cm and 90% effaced. They had, had the pit off for a while and were gunna turn it up cuz I just wasn't progressing enough. But first they thought they'd try a few other positions. So I rolled onto my side because the standing and things that normally worked hadn't been doing it.
My side would normally be my comfort position so I was happy with that. I rolled over right after a contraction so I had a minute to contimplate the situation at that point and I thought to myself "This is most likely the last minute you can ask for an epidurl Christen, you sure about this?" And I kinda mumbled to dh something about it, but he didn't hear me really because my pain coping technique is to be fairly inward so it really was just a mumble. And then the contraction started and I seriously felt like I was going to die and I needed to poop right afterwards, and I knew that was what they said needing to push would feel like, and I remember the feeling of Rock being in my butt (even though I had the epi with him), but I didn't tell the nurse exactly that because I had been 7cm like a second earlier and knew it just didn't make sense that I could be needing to push now.
I did tell the nurse there was no way I could be on my side anymore the pain was so much worse, and she told me I should stay on my side because obviously that was doing the job (since the pain was so bad) and almost immediatly I went into another and thank God shorter contraction and this time I told dh I feel like I'm going to poop.
He told the nurse she checked me and sure enough in the one contraction that had hurt so bad I had gone from 7 and 90% to totally dialated and effaced.
So they started changing the bed and let me back onto my bed and the doc walked back into the room and then they told me if I felt like I needed to push, push. So I pushed for two maybe 3 contractions, and his head was out and then his little body and dh came up and quietly and happily said "It's a boy."
It was longer with him than with Rock or Courtney before they plopped my slimly little guy on me, and I was in a position where I couldn't see him at all until they did, so I just kept thinking I wanted to see him. But I didn't really think anything about him being a boy. I felt totally neutral about it, like "Oh, well it's a boy." Not like amazed or disapointed or happy, just like blah. I think the blah came from the not being done still. I knew I had to finish the placenta part and I didn't know if I had torn or anything, and I was tired, so I was just like "Oh good, boy. Now can I see him already?"
They put him up on me and then they delivered the placenta which I was glad was fast, but surpised it did actually hurt to push it out a little bit, I mean I figured after all that work to get him out the placenta would have been like "Whatever." but I did totally notice I had to do something.
She said I had a minor tear, so they stitched that up. She said it was tiny, but I felt like she stitched longer than tiny, but whatever, lol.
And for the most part I'd honestly say the worst part pain wise was that one contraction where I went from 7 to 10cm. The pushing was not worse. And incase anybody tries to tell you that even if you get an epidurl that doesn't work it is still less painful than NCB I say b.s. Rock's delivery was soooooooooooooooo much worse than this one. So really it is individual and I've always been so ticked off by all the people who have NCB and make it sound like people who don't are like lesser people or something, so I just want to make it clear that just cuz I did it without the epi this time doesn't mean I think people who do it with the epi or end up with a c-section have somehow gone through less than I have.
What was exciting was that I was able to get up and go pee right afterwards where as with Rock I couldn't feel my freakin' foot for a long time and was bed bound. And seriously that bed was the most evil thing ever. My but and legs hurt so bad from just sitting in it I wanted to cry.
I had heard before I had Rock that the afterpains get worse with each child. I didn't really feel it was all that true with Rock...it is so way true this time. When my little James Lightning Jay (yeah that's what the L.J. stands for ) breastfeeds I seriously want to cry from how bad the cramps are. And it kinda makes me laugh because I just made it through labor without asking for meds, but I can't make it through breastfeeding, lol.
He's kind of a punk so far. He won't wake up to breastfeed. Like for the most part once he's woken up to do it, it goes pretty well. But I seriously spend like 1/2 an hour waking him up to do it, and then it is still a fight until he gets latched on. It's crazy. He's a sleepy kid. They tell me when he's over 24 hours old it won't be like that, but so far I'm just like "You are very sleepy little man!"
Anyway, this may be kinda sparatic, but that's my story...