So here is the story of how little baby Connor came into the world, for those of you who want to know.
So I was sleeping and had this sudden urge to go pee, now I had just fallen asleep so I was totally out of it and I am running to the bathroom thinking I am peeing my pants how embarrassing. While I am sitting thinking about how I just peed my pants I think no I'm not 4 I don't pee my pants oh my water just broke, so that was midnight of the 17Th of March. So I wake Kevin up and tell him we need to start packing our bag for the hospital because we hadn't done that yet because Connor wasn't due until the 25Th of March. Basically we make it to the hospital at around 2 in the morning and I am having very mild contractions every 2-3 minutes. They admitted us and started me on pitosin(I don't know how to spell it) to get my contractions closer together and actually doing something because I was dilated to a one so I had a lot of work ahead of me. So the next few hours I was having contractions every two minutes and it was really rough but I was going to go as long as I could before I got my epidural. So finally at 7 in the morning they checked me and I think I was maybe dilated to a 2 so I said I will have the epidural now please and that was weird because while they are sticking this needle basically into your spine you aren't supposed to move but all the while you are still having contractions so yeah that is an adventure. After the epidural I couldn't feel anything and I was fine with that so after an hour or so I was dilated to a three and basically my labor "arrested" which is the technical term for stopping so at three in the afternoon my doctor and I made the decision to have a c-section because I just wasn't going to have him vaginally. It was weird because even days before I went into labor I had this feeling that I was going to have a c-section. So I had already had time to think about it and I wasn't overly disappointed I mean I was definitely heart broken but it is something that I have no control over. I guess I am like my mother who had all of us c-section like me because she also has a small pelvis which my doctor told me he was pretty sure the whole time he was saying it would be a miracle if I had my baby vaginally and he reminded me how lucky I am to live in a time when c-sections are available because it would have turned out much differently if I was pioneer. Anyway so the c-section is crazy because I could feel everything and that is something that is hard to describe to people. So it was really fast we made the decision to have a c-section at 3 and Connor was born at 3:28 pm on March 18, 2009. It was amazing Kevin watched the whole thing I couldn't and didn't want to watch the beginning but they held my head up while they pulled Connor out so I got to see him come out and he was so perfect and tiny and it was such an overwhelmingly wonderful experience to see your child and I truly felt this amazing sense of love towards him and for Kevin. Then they took him to get cleaned up and then they started to sew me up and that seemed to take much longer and I remember them telling me only a few more layers so it took a long time and they brought Connor back in to give me a kiss and he had to be put into the ICU because he was having trouble breathing which is somewhat normal for a c-section baby but I was super worried and heart broken so I didn't get to hold him and I only got to give him a kiss and then he was gone. Once they had sewn me back off the epidural was already wearing off and oh man there was a lot of pain but they then took me into the ICU so I could see Connor and oh my little heart he was hooked up to this breathing machine and he was so tiny and I just wanted to be there with him the whole time but I couldn't obviously so I had to go into my recovery room where they gave me some good meds that helped me sleep. Connor was only on the breathing machine for less than an hour but they had to keep him there for several to monitor him, so I didn't get to finally hold him until 9 pm that night and it was so nice to finally hold my little angel and he was even more perfect than I remembered.
It wasn't the labor I was planning but it turned out OK in the end and my beautiful baby boy is healthy and mostly happy so I consider myself very lucky and truly blessed to have such an amazing infant bless our family. I would also like to thank the hospital staff and especially my doctor while I was recovering in the hospital they were all great and I appreciate their hard work. Well that is the story probably really boring and people tell me I write how I talk so if that is true I apologize and I hope it made some sense. Here are some pictures at the hospital and yes I was very swollen and thankfully I have ankles again they did eventually come back!
