41 weeks, headed for the hospital
We went in to the hospital at 8 on Tuesday night, I had my first dose of Cytotek at 9, the next at 1, and at 4 a.m. I woke up with pretty frequent contractions. When I was checked at 5:15, I was at 5 cm. The contractions were coming every minute and lasting a minute long, and it was just ridiculously intense. I tried out the tub for all of four contractions and then called uncle and asked for the epidural. I'm really glad and I don't regret it for a minute because it gave me some time to rest. I was able to get it right away, and at 8:00 I was at 9 cm. My water was broken at that point and we pretty much just waited another couple hours for the head to keep coming down before I pushed. The day nurse who helped me push was so awesome and encouraging. I asked for my epidural to be turned down so I could feel the contractions, and that helped a ton. She called over my favorite doctor from the office when the head crowned, and about three minutes after he arrived Jack was born at 11:53 a.m. I pushed for just a little over an hour and Brent didn't pass out. It was really a perfect birth experience and went SO MUCH BETTER than I had ever imagined. The whole thing could not have been a more positive experience, and seeing our little boy come into the world was just amazing. Amazing.
Jack isn't a family name, but I've always loved it. My Jack Robert comes from a long line of Roberts - my grandpa, dad, and brother all share it as a first name.
His first pictures:
"You're sending me home with these people?! They don't know what they're doing!"
Welcome home, Jack!
Meeting his sister. She is just beside herself.