Month 7

Time is flying by so quickly.

Joshua is 7 months old today.

He is the sweetest little boy.

Everyone always comments on how happy he is.

He really is.

We are so grateful to have him in our family.

The day Joshua was born:

On May 1st I arrived at the hospital at 6:30am to start my induction.

Abbey and Jack were at home with Nana Charlotte.

I was being induced a week early because I already had a 9lb baby and the Dr. didn't want me to have a 10lb baby.

I was all hooked up, IV going and pitocin flowing through my veins.

Most people would say that the 3rd baby should come pretty quickly, not mine.

He likes to take his sweet time.

It was 1pm and I hadn't been checked yet.

I knew that I was probably a 3 or 4 because of my prior history, and I was.

I needed my water to be broken but the Dr. was in surgery.

Every hour or so I would get a little nauseous but I am a champ at not puking.

It would pass.

I sent Joseph home to put A and J down for naps and to get some lunch.

All of a sudden I felt the need to puke.

I fought it for 10mins, it was inevitable. I puke in my water cup.

hmmmmm.

All bile. My tummy is hungry for something other than IV juice and drugs.

I get my epidural. I don't want to know anything about pain. NOTHING.

Joseph comes back. I'm still a 4.

I puke again. and again. nothing violent just letting off a little fluid. (nice visual right?)

Joseph chimes in "i'm going to find the Dr."

I sternly warn him "no you aren't. i'll end up having a c-section and then i'll kill you"

apparently i'd lost my mind. vomit does not = c-section.

Finally the Dr. arrives, she breaks my water. I'm a 4. boooooo.

We tell her I puked. She said "sorry girl, it's no big deal" * i love her*

she cuts the pitocin down. booooo.

then turns it back up 30mins later.

I gave myself a 9pm deadline to have the baby.

It came and went.

I ordered a pair of skinny jeans on Nordies, new shoes too.

pregnant/almost postpartum women are crazy.

Finally at midnight they tell me I'm at a 10 but "he's high, so let's have the contractions do the work".

hmpf OK.

Then I hear the *beep beep beep*

It's not the beeping of the IV pole. It's my epidural.

STINK.

I buzz the nurse.

She comes in and checks it and says "ok lets have this baby"

I tell her I need more pain juice. She replies "no, it won't get in your system anyway"

SAY WHAT?!

I push. I push. I push. 3x.

UMMMM WHAT IS THAT PAIN?! I say in a raised but calm tone.

"Oh that's his head, wanna feel it with our hand? want a mirror to watch?"

ummmm NO. heck NO.

I ask if I can push again. The answer comes as "no we're going to sit like this for a minute so you don't tear".

I get the OK to proceed. And I do it.

One more push and his fat, squishy self is here.

9lbs 1oz.

Thank goodness he was a week early.

He nursed right away. Slept like a dream.

I went home the next day and couldn't have been happier to be in my own house with my family.

The End.