The baby is here!!

Okay, so the last time I blogged I was 15 weeks pregnant.... well that was nearly 30 weeks ago! A lot has happened since then. Here's the short story.... I did found out the gender.. IT'S A BOY! We were so excited to be having another boy. Names are hard for boys though. We went through quite the list, all my suggestions of course, and Nate didn't like any of them. Hudson and Easton were my favorites. Then I came across the name Tripp, when I mentioned it to Nate he actually said he liked it, and it means "the third". So we stuck that at the top of our list for a while. Pregnancy was a bit rough. I was so tired for the entire first trimester, felt better for the second trimester and was MISERABLE for the last trimester. I attribute that to being old (35). The last month was really hard. I felt like I could feel every ounce of this kid on my pelvis. At 33 weeks I lost my docter, rumor has it that he was fired, and was forced to find a new one. I found a great doctor who took me in and was on the final stretch. Well February 19th came and went with no baby. I couldn't believe he was late. I really thought he'd be a few days early. My new doctor wouldn't allow me to go over 41 weeks so she scheduled me to be induced on February 25th. I was so disappointed because I really wanted this baby to pick his own birthday. I hated the idea of forcing him out. In a day of birth plans and elective c-sections, I only wanted two things, to go into labor on my own and deliver him vaginally. I didn't feel like that was asking for much, but I came to terms with the forceful eviction and looked forward to the 25th. I kept working, if I didn't I would have went crazy. I finally decided I would start my maternity leave on Friday the 24th. This would give me one day to spend with Logan. We had big plans for the day... okay mostly it was just lunch where ever he chose and hanging out at home. Well at 2:30 in the morning on the 24th I started having contractions. For a few hours I didn't think much about them because I had contractions every single night for hours, but they were never close enough or never lasted long enough. By 4 am though, I realized these were different. They were much closer together and lasted longer. So I woke up Nate and said "it's go time". We called my sister to come and watch the kids and headed for the hospital. When I got checked in and hooked up the nurse checked me and I was dilated to 2 cm and 80% effaced, which was progress. For an entire month I was at 1 cm and 70%. I walked around for a while and by 7:30 am, when my doctor arrived, I was at 3 cm and she gave me the final word, it was go time. By the time I got into a room I was at 4 cm. Well then I stalled. I stayed at 4 cm for several hours. My doctor finally came in and said it was time to start Pitocin. I hate this stuff but I agreed. Once it was going I got moving again. At 4:00 I was at 9 cm... FINALLY! Well that's when it all stopped. For 3 hours I stayed at 9 cm. And to make matters worse, this baby moved back up. And even worse than that, he started showing signs of stress. His heartrate was all over the place. They had to turn the Pitocin off to get his heart to stabilize and we had to depend on my contractions to get me to 10 cm. That wasn't happening so they started talking c-section, again, not what I had planned on. They gave me one more chance with a very low dose of Pitocin but before we could find out if it was going to work, they took my temp and I now had a fever. Game over, according to my doctor, this baby needed to be born. Luckily they had already prepped me for a c-section a half hour before and this also gave me time to come to terms with it as much as one can on short notice. We headed back into the OR and got it started. I was initially okay with it but as I waited and felt all the weird pressure I started to get very nervous. I knew that even though I was on a very stong dose of meds, they were beating me up trying to get the baby out. You can feel them pushing your body around, it's pretty scary. I started having a panic attack thinking I was going to feel pain. The doctor finally gave me something to "calm" me, and at about that same moment my baby boy was born at 7:44 pm after about 17 hours of labor and a c-section. I heard his cry and at that moment I was the happiest person in the world. Shortly after that the drugs kicked in, and I remember very little after that. Apparently I wouldn't let Nate leave me to go be with the baby, I feel selfish about that. But they weren't gone with him long, they brought him over to Nate after getting their APGAR score, wrapping him up, and weighing him. Nate and our baby boy stayed with me while they put me back together. Then I went off to recovery while they went to the nursery for his bath and such. I don't remember any of this. I do remember "waking up" in recovery and hearing the nurses say they wished they had more patients like me because apparently I had a lot of funny stuff to say while in the OR under the influence. Nate and the baby finally came in, as did my mom and Lexus. Lexus was there when they took me back for the c-section and was really upset by it, so I know she was glad to see me in recovery. It was in recovery that I really got to see what my baby looked like and he was gorgeous!!! He was 9lbs 6oz and 22" long and as it turns out, this is why things went they way they did. He was just too big. I didn't get to really hold him until the next morning when I could sit up, and at that very moment I knew that everything I had gone through the day before was worth it. We finally announced our baby's name to our families and friends, his name is Tripp William. William after my dad, one of the best men I have ever known. I've been home with baby Tripp, working on recovering and building a great relationship with this beautiful baby boy. Hopefully more to come soon.