Which brings me to the story of Brady James' entry into the world. We were scheduled to be induced at 7 am on Friday, November 20. Well with my anxiety under control (I got really scared of the whole "labor" thing at the end of the pregnancy), we went excitedly to the hospital Friday morning only to find out that the induction had to be postponed. Turns out that they had nurses calling in sick and pregos coming in sick and the work load was too much so they could not handle my induction as well. I bit my cheek and accepted this that it was beyond their control and with my analness would want full attention for Brady and I, so the delay was for the best. After waiting a bit for them to get ahold of my doctor to see when she wanted to reschedule us, much to our delight- she said LET'S DO IT TOMORROW, Saturday, November 21st. Only bad part- 5 FLIPPIN' AM! Good night nurse that is early to turn into a pin cushion :). But off we went to go stuff our faces with some breakfast (you aren't supposed to eat so of course I was starving) and wait one more day to meet our son. 4 am came very early, but I guess from the anticipation the day before, it was not that bad this time and I was rearin' to get this party started. We had a great support team with us throughout labor and I thank God for them being with us as it made time fly by and besides me laying in the middle of everyone, made me forget I was there. I know many don't like a full room, but the focus that it took away from the contractions really rocked! I of course did not take long to request the epidural as I have said I would not take long the whole time :). However, I started feeling pain that I could have SWORE my girlfriends told me I would not feel! I was quick to let them know that OW! This is hurting! They started the Pitocin drip about 545 and the epidural I think about 8 or so?? I could be wrong :)..The anesthesiologist, aka- my BFF, came in and gave me some more of the "goods" and all was well :). About 12 something (can you tell the clock was not my main focus lol) I had a nurse come in and check me and I had gone from a 3 to a NINE in like an hour. Brad, thank god was coming back from grabbing something to eat, and was in shock when I told him that I was at a nine... My doctor got there very quickly and we went right in to BS'ing and pushing lol... It didn't seem like I pushed very long at all.... I pushed about 10 sets of 3 and then the DREADED FEAR OF MINE CAME TRUE. My doctor is a very laid back person who will talk to you about life and things going on in life, making you forget that you are pushing a little person out. Her voice all of a sudden seemed to take a different route and I realized that this cheery conversation that we were having was no longer happening and that Brady's heartbeat was rapidly dropping. I can't remember if I have mentioned that my biggest fear throughout the pregnancy was that the umbilical cord would be around his neck at any point in the pregnancy. Well, after all the sonograms and me paying close attention, that didn't matter now as he had it around his neck TWICE! Dr. Pagette went to super woman mode and I became an arts and crafts project. My slight little tear that she told me was happening before all of the franticness had turned into a 3rd degree episiotomy, the worse is a 4 which is literally all the way to the "#2" hole. I can care less, even now as I am still in pain a little, because that is what it took to get him the heck out of there and for her get that cord cut to relieve him. I just couldn't believe that it had actually happened after being so scared of that happening the whole time. Just so crazy...
He was immediately rushed over to the warming bed and monitored very closely for the first few moments of his life. I almost had a breakdown... but when I heard his cry, I REALLY almost had a breakdown. My worst fears turned into the best day of my life. I have so much love and admiration for the woman who I like to say, saved my son's life, Dr. Pagette, you will always be my hero. The beautiful baby boy that we thought would tear me a new one from being humongous, turned out to be a perfect 6 lbs. 15 oz. and 19.5 inches long.
I never imagined that I could do so much on such little sleep. It's amazing how even if I only have an hour of sleep, I have 100% patience with him. Those who know me well know that tiredness is not something that brings out the best in me :), I tolerate it but not in the best of moods :). Now, there is no wrong that could happen, I am so in love with him and so in love with my husband that gave me a part of him with our son. I am so in love with my life and wouldn't have anything different.
He is growing like a weed! We checked out of the hospital with him at 6 lbs. 11 oz., and as of last Friday he is at 7 lbs. 11 oz. :). I did breastfeed for the first 2 weeks but quickly decided that that was not the route I wanted to go so off to formula we went, and OFF TO THE RACES HIS LITTLE BUDDAH BELLY WENT! :) He is great, I still look at him and can't believe that he is here! I learn little "mom" tricks with him every day and am thankful that I have become confident in my ways as the first few days I had to have a crying time for myself for about a minute a day doubting myself and that I was doing right. I am so glad that went away! I think the exhaustion kicked my bootie....
Well I will update better, I promise, I wanted to atleast give the short and sweet version :). Here are some pics of our beautiful boy!
He is so awesome. Thank you for the update. Yes, it is hard at the beginning. I cannot wait to see how different it is with two. Hang in there, you are doing great!
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