my baby boy.

my little man is sleeping next to me right now so im thinking i have a little time to start to tell you all of the awesome tale of averys birth. ha ha!

we arrived at the hospital around 7:15 AM on the 18th. i get all checked in, change into my fabulous hopsital gown and by 8 AM i am all hooked up to my IV with pitocin pumping into me. ahhh! the contractions start shortly after, at this point they really arent anything i cant handle.

a couple hours into the pit and my dr decides that she is going to break my water which is about as pleasant as you might think it would be. she took what looked to me like a solid crazy straw with a point and put it in my downtown, after poking around for a bit she thinks she has broken it and i am instructed to let the nurse know when i feel the 'water' come out. this does not happen. so about an hour later they decide it needs to be done again, after some more poking around they think that the little mans head is probably blocking things which is not allowing the water to come. bah.

after the attempts at water breaking the contractions are starting to get pretty painful, but i am still holding strong to my efforts of going au naturale. by around 3-ish i am in tears and have decided that i need something for the pain. and of course by the time i decide i want something, the anesthesiologist is going to be busy for awhile so they offer to give me meds through my IV. i was a little worried about this option because i knew those meds would affect the baby but my nurse convinced me that doing it just once wouldnt be terrible and they were monitoring the baby so everything would be fine. oh yeah, at this point i have an internal fetal monitor to keep an eye on the baby. so i get the IV drugs and it totally knocks me out and made me feel so weird. i kept falling asleep and everytime i did i would dream and the dreams were like the prius commercials with all the people that make up the trees and the sun and such...

Prius Commercial

finally the crazy drugs wear off and the epidural guy comes to the rescue! im not sure if many of you know this, but i was absolutely terrified to get an epidural, i honestly think i havent been more scared in my life, i was literally shaking when i knew it was about to happen... i am so lucky that i had my husband and my mom in there with me. wade was absolutely wonderful in keeping me calm. :) the pain finally stops when the meds kick in but im not completely numb, i can still move my legs with some effort.

hours later and still no little man, so i need another epidural. this time they definitely gave me more than they did the first time because i could not move anything below my waist at all. it was a little weird. and i also now have a catheter because i cant walk to go to the bathroom. so im like some weird tube lady laying there with a million tubes coming out of her everywhere...

at this point it had been well over 12 hours since i had eaten and you know im a fat kid so i start having some terrible heartburn. im ok'd to try a tums or a pepcid to help with that. terrible idea. maybe an hour after i take the pepcid, i start vomitting, only i hadnt eaten anything in forever so it was basically stomach bile that was tinted purple from the meds. blegh. and the vomitting continued throughout the rest of the day, we even had to take a break from pushing because i was dry heaving so much. not fun at all.

it is now around 9 pm and its finally time to start pushing, but at this point i am so exhausted i am literally falling asleep between contractions. since i banished wade to 'head up' (i cant imagine how attractive i could seem to him after seeing all the grossness come outta the downtown...) he is given the job of putting an oxygen mask on me in between the pushings. and my mom and my sister are holding my legs which birk did not want to do at all... ha ha! so everyone in the room is being super supportive and trying to talk me through pushing and they are all so into it that i cant even hear the dr counting so i have to tell them to take it down a notch. then the dr tells me to 'push like i have to poop,' after wil hears this he decides that his new method of encouragement will be 'poop babe, poop!' but then i am trying so hard not to laugh that im not pushing at all so i then have to tell him to stop telling me to poop. ha ha! crazy kid.

at 10:18 my little man finally made his fashionably late grand entrance into the world. i instantly woke up, the exhaustion completely disappeared the moment they put my tiny little baby in my arms, and i was totally selfish and held him myself the whole time, wil and i just stared at him, it was amazing.