We went into the hospital at 4 on Wednesday to get the induction under way. They had to get me all "warmed up" so they put me on... something starting with a C :) We stayed the night- everything went well. I started having contracts around 2 am.
Thursday morning around 6 the doctor broke my water, got the contractions going, I got the epidural ASAP (about 8). (Labor pains- im sorry to say it- are a bitch. I have NEVER felt pain like that in my life. That the Lord for the epidural.)
- Picture of Adam and how he spent the majority of Thursday ;) Love my men.
They came in around 10 to check me and get my catheter in and the moment they got me rolled onto my side, babies heart rate dropped past 75 and STAYED that way. I didn't even know it had dropped when the nurses were giving me air to get my heart rate up and the doctor said we were running in for emergency c-section.
At the time they had NO idea what had caused it. Everything had been going just great and just fine. In fact- my epidural was so good that during my c-section they didn't even give me other meds. Just pushed the epidural to the max. The doctor was great- made sure I didn't feel a thing. Had Adam and sitting behind me holding my hand. Adam was an amazing champ through EVERYTHING. He didn't even have a problem watching me get my epidural. He was my amazing rock.
Come to find out- once the start getting Logan out- that somehow and sometime he had decided to fight Spiderman in my uterus and in the process got the cord wrapped around his neck 3 times. 3!! And then- yeah there's more- TIED IT IN A KNOT. That's my son for you. It turned out to be a major blessing that his heart rate dropped when it did otherwise "Logan wouldn't have tolerated labor and things would have been much worse." (That's what the doctor said.) I would have to labor for hours and then we would have had to go into c-section anyways, and I would have had to be sedated all the way. This way I still got to experience every moment. Neither Adam or I got to see the baby right off- he had passed his first bowel movement earlier (they noticed when the broke my water) so they had to take time to suction his lungs. But while they cleaned him up and checked him out, and I got sewn up they let Adam go and see him. Adam came back to me with a huge smile and said, "He's a cute little bugger."I actually laughed and said, "Are you saying that to just make me feel good or do you mean it?" (He meant it.)
They let me cuddle Logan before we left the OR- the nurses made me feel wonderful because he had been a little cranky and when I started talking to him he calmed down and all the nurses were like, "He recognizes your voice. He likes you a lot."They had to take Logan to the nursery to make sure everything was okay with his breathing since he had strangled himself in utero. But by the time I was in my room and all covered and meded up they brought him into me. We breastfed and then fell asleep in the bed together. One of my most favorite moments.
We are doing GREAT. Logan is doing just fine- getting the hang of nursing slowly but surely. All the doctors said he was going to be 8 pounds- for weeks. He is so small! And that just makes him look so long! He also has this great wrinkly face that reminds me of a sharpie puppy- (I can say that- those dogs are cute) but it also makes all of his disgruntled expressions hilarious.
I am feeling great- recovering just fine. Got out of the bed for the first time this morning and peed by myself (hurrah! :) We should get to go home on Monday, and I am going to enjoy my time in the hospital asking loads of questions and taking advantage of the lactation specialist. Adam is also doing great- he has been all smiles and VERY cute with Logan.
Neither of us really feel that full "parent love" yet, but we deff feel a lot of love. How could you not? The kid is so cute! And only cries when you take his hat off :) he HATES that. I'll tell you loads more later- but just wanted to give you what was going on now.