Well, I never was good at keeping up with journaling and my children's baby books are still wrapped in their original packaging. I wanted this blog to be something I could look back on to laugh and cry about my little boys first moments, and to share with them when they got older. Anyways...moving right along.
On March 3rd of this year, we welcomed our second baby boy into our already crazy lives. His arrival was NOTHING like his brothers. I ended up being induced after going in for contractions (they were gone by the time I got all hooked up to the monitors of course), and they noticed that his heart rate indicated possible low fluid levels. We stopped at chic fil a before heading into the hospital because chicken, and because we had no idea how long it would take being induced.
My OB broke my water and started me on a low dose of pitocin at about 1:00 in the afternoon. Contractions were strong, but not unbearable, though I had agreed to a low dose of epidural. Within seconds after the anesthesiologist came in to get me hooked up, my pain changed, I started shivering, I started crying...I freaked out my husband! The nurse in the room finally checked my progress, she hadn't yet because she was still inputting all of my information into their system, she flipped on the lights and ran out looking for my OB.
Basically, he came in, I pushed a few times, and baby #2 was here before the OB even had time to get fully suited up.
Total labor and delivery time from water breaking was 1 hour and 45 minutes. Record time! Also, the epidural had little time to work so the experience was unreal and so perfect. The little bear didn't even have a cone head.
The epidural though....it kicked in AFTER baby was out and we had to stay in the delivery room much longer than anticipated because I couldn't move my legs. The next time I tell my OB "no epidural!", he should just say ok!
He is almost 5 months now and growing so fast. He's a great sleeper, a great eater, and a seriously adorable little babe! We all love him to pieces.
