Saturday morning, April 26th was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, it was warm, and I was huge! It was a busy day. I was babysitting my nephews, age 7 and 7 mos. We went to Becky's soccer game. In the morning, I kept having to use the potty, more than usual. I didn't give it any thought. All of us went to the soccer game. We enjoyed the sunshine, and I had quite a time holding my infant nephew on my big belly.
When the game was over I mentioned to Dan, "I feel like I'm leaking, all morning". It wasn't a big deal, but I decided to call the hospital. They told me that more than likely my water was breaking. The thought never occurred to me as only a few days prior, our childbirth instructor told us that membranes rupture naturally in only about 10% of women. They asked me to come in right away. I tried to explain to the nurse that I was babysitting and could come at about 4pm (it was 11am when I was talking to her). She was a little stern with me, asking if I could drop the kids off somewhere and that it was very important that I come in right away.
We finally dispersed of all the kids and were admitted into the hospital a few hours later. Sure enough, my water broke. We played the waiting game all day, because most women go into labor on their own. It didn't happen. I was scheduled to be induced the next morning.
April 27th ~ At about 9am Sunday morning my nurse hooked me up to the IV and started the Pitocin drip. While I still felt ok I ate my breakfast, and put my makeup on. I realized I had forgotten my foundation. I asked Dan to call my mom to bring me some. He and the nurse both laughed. But come on, it was morning time and I was determined to look good when the baby arrived.
About an hour later when my mom still hadn't arrived with my foundation, the nurse asks me, "Do you still want your foundation?" "YES!" I exclaimed. "Ok, then we need to turn this up." She says slyly, and turns up the Pitocin to twice the dose. Within 20 minutes, I didn't care so much about that makeup anymore. I was struggling to breathe, and the pain was increasing with each contraction, and no relief between them.
I finally consented to the Epidural that before that moment I had refused. (I hate needles) But as soon as it kicked in, I was on cloud nine. And I was at 9cm dialated. I was ready to push, but couldn't feel anything! I had to wait it out until I had a little feeling to push.
Within the hour I started pushing. It was all very easy, and very painless. Maybe 5 pushes later, and our beautiful baby boy was born. I just smiled and kept saying "he is so cute!" and my toughguy husband had sweet tears coming down his face.
8 lbs 15 oz and 20 1/2 inches long. Caden Eric was a big boy. He had many many visitors that day. I was exhausted! We all were! But we couldn't help but watch this beautiful little miracle. His tiny fingers and toes. His skinny arms and legs. His cute little crooked ear, just like his daddy.
It's amazing how fast they grow. I hate it. I wish we could stop time and savor each and every moment, because after the moment passes we can't remember the looks, the smells, the size. It makes me sad to thinkhow many things are passed already. But we have so many years and memories to look forward to, and I am so excited to take this journey.
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You have the cutest little boy! I can't believe how big he was when he was born.
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