Yes I know she is already 2 weeks old today but I have been a tad busy....Thanks for all your reminders to get this blog updated...It has been on my list just hadn't gotten that far until today.
Okay so on the night of May 26th we checked into the hospital to start the whole inducement...We had a somewhat restful evening (lots of people in and out and Dan who is like 6"2 squished on a teeny tiny couch to sleep on poor guy)...Then the morning of the 27th they started the Pitocin (let me just calrify right now I am so not in the medical field so I am trying the best I can to get all the correct medical names right but I will be way off at some point so bear with me). I felt fine until about 10:30AM and I was in PAIN.... So I asked my doctor when she came in can I get my epidural now...Well I usually don't do it this early but since you are begging me for it sure...LOVE THE EPIDURAL. I was so happy after that.... Just to catch some of you up I am a total pain WEENY!!! I have no tolerance, am scared of needles and would rather run 20 miles then go to the doctor...If you get my drift....So off we went a few hours later still only dilated like a 3 1/2...So my doctor comes back around 3 pm to check on me and I am going nowhere fast. Apparently I have scar tissue from a leap procedure done in 2006 that basically when I am having contractions it is like her head going up against a brick wall. It was decision time. My doctor said I could go for a while longer and we could try but she thought I would end up in a C-section anyway. While Dan and I thought it over she was going to go next door and deliver a baby...WHO CHECKED IN AFTER ME!!! Ughh like I really needed to hear that... So as she was leaving I look over at my dear sweet hubby and my only reaction is there goes my bikini body.. He just laughed and was like that is so not true... So after my neighbor has her baby (I was so not happy with her) my doctor comes back and we decide to go ahead and do a C-section as my worst fear is to go into an emergency C-section and Dan not be able to be there with me. So off we go and let me just tell you love love love the anesthesiologists. They are funny and witty and really let me feel no pain. I swear I was the annoying patient because as things were happening I was asking a million questions and they were so nice and answering them. I had heard pretty much the majority of what was going to happen from my girlfriends so I felt pretty prepared....And let me just tell you it is not bad at all.... I felt no pain. When I heard little Sam first cry I was so happy.... I had already been crying on the operating table (according to my new friend the anesthesiologist everybody has different reactions but at least I wasn't swearing at full blast that apparently happens) so more tears came and they handed her to Dan and since I was not able to move very well I touched her with my fingertips.. Then off Dan and Sam went to check everything out again leaving me with my new friend the anesthesiologist who asked if I wanted a margarita and I thought she was kidding so I said sure and apparently they put something in my epidural and I slept through the sewing me up part. Love that margarita....
Sam is absolutely perfect....
The only bad part of the whole experience was me getting a spinal headache from the epidural and it taking 2 days to diagnose it. When they came to tell me what my options 1) drink lots of water and get really hydrated and it may go away in 24 hours or 2) do another epidural (what they call a blood patch) that could be painful but I would get instant relief I said sign me up for an epidural . Again this is after 2 days of the worst pain I have ever felt in my head and trying every medication possible for migraines, 2 shots in the hiney and lots of other things. I was so ready to get this headache gone. It was incapacitating. But once they did the blood patch I was a whole new person.
We came home the following Saturday (after 5 long days at the hospital) and me freezing poor Dan out of the room at night because of my raging hormones and neither of us have ever been so happy to be home.
Overall must admit I have no more fear of needles...well sorda....
Here is one of the first pictures of our little one!!!!
Okay so on the night of May 26th we checked into the hospital to start the whole inducement...We had a somewhat restful evening (lots of people in and out and Dan who is like 6"2 squished on a teeny tiny couch to sleep on poor guy)...Then the morning of the 27th they started the Pitocin (let me just calrify right now I am so not in the medical field so I am trying the best I can to get all the correct medical names right but I will be way off at some point so bear with me). I felt fine until about 10:30AM and I was in PAIN.... So I asked my doctor when she came in can I get my epidural now...Well I usually don't do it this early but since you are begging me for it sure...LOVE THE EPIDURAL. I was so happy after that.... Just to catch some of you up I am a total pain WEENY!!! I have no tolerance, am scared of needles and would rather run 20 miles then go to the doctor...If you get my drift....So off we went a few hours later still only dilated like a 3 1/2...So my doctor comes back around 3 pm to check on me and I am going nowhere fast. Apparently I have scar tissue from a leap procedure done in 2006 that basically when I am having contractions it is like her head going up against a brick wall. It was decision time. My doctor said I could go for a while longer and we could try but she thought I would end up in a C-section anyway. While Dan and I thought it over she was going to go next door and deliver a baby...WHO CHECKED IN AFTER ME!!! Ughh like I really needed to hear that... So as she was leaving I look over at my dear sweet hubby and my only reaction is there goes my bikini body.. He just laughed and was like that is so not true... So after my neighbor has her baby (I was so not happy with her) my doctor comes back and we decide to go ahead and do a C-section as my worst fear is to go into an emergency C-section and Dan not be able to be there with me. So off we go and let me just tell you love love love the anesthesiologists. They are funny and witty and really let me feel no pain. I swear I was the annoying patient because as things were happening I was asking a million questions and they were so nice and answering them. I had heard pretty much the majority of what was going to happen from my girlfriends so I felt pretty prepared....And let me just tell you it is not bad at all.... I felt no pain. When I heard little Sam first cry I was so happy.... I had already been crying on the operating table (according to my new friend the anesthesiologist everybody has different reactions but at least I wasn't swearing at full blast that apparently happens) so more tears came and they handed her to Dan and since I was not able to move very well I touched her with my fingertips.. Then off Dan and Sam went to check everything out again leaving me with my new friend the anesthesiologist who asked if I wanted a margarita and I thought she was kidding so I said sure and apparently they put something in my epidural and I slept through the sewing me up part. Love that margarita....
Sam is absolutely perfect....
The only bad part of the whole experience was me getting a spinal headache from the epidural and it taking 2 days to diagnose it. When they came to tell me what my options 1) drink lots of water and get really hydrated and it may go away in 24 hours or 2) do another epidural (what they call a blood patch) that could be painful but I would get instant relief I said sign me up for an epidural . Again this is after 2 days of the worst pain I have ever felt in my head and trying every medication possible for migraines, 2 shots in the hiney and lots of other things. I was so ready to get this headache gone. It was incapacitating. But once they did the blood patch I was a whole new person.
We came home the following Saturday (after 5 long days at the hospital) and me freezing poor Dan out of the room at night because of my raging hormones and neither of us have ever been so happy to be home.
Overall must admit I have no more fear of needles...well sorda....
Here is one of the first pictures of our little one!!!!
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