Our little Owen is finally here! I am giving you a (slightly detailed) time line plus pictures. It's mostly for my benefit so I won't forget it when scrapbooking (4-5 years from now!) Since I have received some "threatening" emails and comments that I haven't posted pictures yet, I didn't super edit these!
Tuesday, October 26th
9:00pm - We all crashed early for the night. I had started feeling some light cramping a little earlier, but I chalked it up to just being busy that day.
9:30pm - Light contractions start coming on. By this time Ian and Liam are fast asleep.
10:00pm - I get up because I am now uncomfortable and they are coming on every 5 minutes or so. I decide to get up and finish the movie I was watching earlier.
10:30pm - My a-type side finished packing "the bags" just in case.
10:45pm - Contractions now coming on every 1 1/2 minutes so I decide tonight is the night (better be) and I jump in the shower for one last leg shaving moment. No need to embellish! I am also THAT crazy lady who also did her hair and makeup in between contractions .
11:15pm - I wake Ian up to tell him "IT'S TIME!" and have him jump in the shower as well. I know he will appreciate it later on.
11:30pm - We drop off Liam to his aunt's house and say a prayer that everything will go okay...mostly that we won't be sent home from the hospital for false labor!
Wednesday, October 27th
12:00am - We are admitted and hooked up to the monitors!
12:00am-2:00am - The nurse gets background history and lab work done because I AM NOT DILATED at all! She hints that my doctor may send me home.
3:00am - The lab work comes back perfect, but the nurse checks me one more time. I am at a 2/3! I get to stay and have my baby.
4:00am - DRUGS! I get an epidural because my contractions are coming on nice and strong and I can't take it anymore. Such an appreciation for the women who do it completely natural!
4:30am - The contractions completely stop...which I was told can be normal, but in my delusional I-have-had-no-sleep-for-22-hours was sad because I was hoping to have said baby by 9am! Yah, right!
4:30am - 9:00am - The sweet nurse, Kristy, keeps moving me side to side trying to get my contractions to start up again. I can't feel my legs at all and at one point remember saying, "My legs are like a freaky Halloween thing!" I also throw up because of the epidural and all the moving around. Luckily, Ian didn't throw up in return!
9:00am - I am still dilated to a 3, but contractions have started to come on again.
9:30am - In a half an hour I am dilated to an 8 and the doctor said I am sure to have this baby by lunch. Then she proceeds to tell us that this never happens, but she is chaperoning her daughters preschool field trip and has to be gone for a few hours. But she reassures us that she will be back in time. She introduces us to her partner who will be assisting me in her short absence. Ian was shocked of how young she was, but I had full confidence.
10:15am - Little ones heart beat keeps dropping whenever I have a contraction so the shifting starts up again and I am put on oxygen.
10:30am - Ian's twin sister brought Liam by because I wanted him there for a little bit. He was so happy and curious of what all the tubes were. She stopped off at Target and bought him an Iron Man mask which kept him highly entertained. And he topped off the imagination by wearing gloves. He will be a doctor some day...I just know it!
11:00am - 12:45pm - Ian and I napped a little and they kept making me shift around. At one point I was even tilted all the way back with my legs up in the air. That definitely didn't work so they finally found that if I was sitting almost all the way up, baby's heartbeat was just fine through the contractions.
12:45pm - I am finally dilated to a 10!!! My doctor wasn't back yet, but was on her way. The nurse started to get things prepped for labor and by this time I am worn out just from the lack of sleep. I was dreading the whole pushing thing. Not because it was going to be painful (hello wonderful epidural), but because with Liam I pushed for 3 hours and I was not looking forward to all that time again. My doctor assured me in on of my previous visits that she would not let me push for that long! Thank goodness.
1:00pm - On the dot I started pushing. The first few tries were wimpy on my part so the nurse asked if I would like a mirror. With Liam the mirror distracted me, but I wanted to take a lookey loo anyways. This time around it totally inspired me. The next two pushes I got him to come down completely and stay there. The look on the nurses face was priceless. She called to see where the doctor was and she was still about 8 minutes away. As she got off the call, baby starts coming down on his own with the contraction so she quickly calls for the back up doctor. As the nurse is gently holding baby's head in place she politely asks me to stop pushing. I can't feel a thing so I tell her politely back with a chuckle that I am not. By that point, Owen's ears pop out just as the back up doctor comes into the room. She only has time to put on gloves before his head comes out completely and she sucks out the mucus. One more tiny push and he is here! Our little blondie was born at 1:24pm. (Liam was born at 11:24 pm which I find totally cool!)
I get the whole experience with them putting him on my chest and seeing his sweet face for the first time. With Liam, he was under distress so they whisked him away. Talk about brothers! They look very similar, but not enough alike to be twins. I have two very handsome boys!
He shocked us all with weighing 7 lbs and 10 oz. 21 inches long! Even the doctor said she thought he would at least be 8 1/2 lbs when born. She came in about 4 minutes after he was born and was bummed she couldn't be there to deliver (she really likes to deliver her own), but was thrilled that it all went well and baby was healthy!
Once I was all stitched up and Owen passes all of his tests with flying colors, Ian and I got to hold him and love on him for a while and try to feed him. They had me wait in the delivery room for an extra hour after their normal waiting time because the epidural was a little too good and I had no feeling in my right leg at all.
4:00pm - I am wheeled to my postpartum room and see all of the family and friends in the waiting room, being as patient as they could be in trying to catch a peek of Owen.
I wanted a moment with just the four of us first and Liam was so awesome. When he came in the room, he looked at me and then at Owen and asked, "Is that a baby? Is that baby Owen?" When they saw each other Liam proclaimed, "Oh, how nice! I hold him?" Once we had him situated on the bed, the brothers united. 23.7 seconds later, Liam was over it and said, "I'm done" and hasn't held him since. He will kiss and love on him, though.
It's so great to be a family of four.
I need to start wearing more pink to balance out all the testosterone around here!