The Arrival

August 12th was the planned date of arrival for our little guy. I went into the hospital to be induced and was started at about 8 AM. We spent a lot of time hanging out and waiting. After the epidural my blood pressure kept dropping so I was very dizzy and weak and they kept giving me more medicine to raise my blood pressure. Around 2:00 PM I was getting pretty discouraged because I was still at a 4 and felt like it was going to be many more hours before we'd get him here. My nurse and John both predicted that he'd be born in the next hour (around 3:00). I thought they were crazy but it did give me some hope. Twenty minutes later I was at a 9 and was close to delivery. That didn't seem to make the nurses overly concerned as they left us alone and didn't come back to check on me. A little before three I started calling my nurse and telling them that I was about to have the baby and I really needed someone to come in the room. No one came so I called again. By this time I was getting a little panicked because I really was starting to think that he was going to come out with no doctor in the room. Finally, the nurse and doctor came into the room, I pushed 6 times and he was here. Arriving at 3:09 PM on Aug. 12th 2010. The doctor turned him as he came out because he was posterior and he had a slight shoulder dysotcia that they had to work around to get him out. The doctor pulled him out and said he was a good sized kid for 11 days early (he weighed in at 8 lbs 3 oz.) He never out a cry so I was really worried. Finally, they handed my little boy to me. He was purple and goopy and absolutely perfect.