Baby Luke Is Here!!!
Still havn't gotten my belly pic scanned, probably will never happen now (haha) This is me on Halloween with my big guy Asher in his ninja costume. I was 38 wks 6 days.http://www.myfishingpictures.com/img/039231.jpg
And here is my new little guy about 10 sec after being born. Lucas Brayden, 11-3-04, 8lb 4oz, 20 in, born at 3:25am, obviously, in the hospital.http://www.myfishingpictures.com/img/039228.jpg
This is him this morning at home taking a nap after his ten thousandth meal (haha). He's a champion eater and also quite good at sleeping and pooping. The pee thing he's having trouble with. He doesn't seem to understand that the diapers catch it. He much prefers to put it all over the bed & mom & dad, but we're working on it.http://www.myfishingpictures.com/img/039229.jpg
Monday was my first day off work. I got up and started putting together my sons Imaginext village. We bought him about every peice to the mideval city, and it had been plundered by war and needed rebuilding. This of course requires an engineering degree, so I was prepared for a long morning. About half way through, my side started hurting so I went to bed with the hot water bottle. (you may have seen my posts earlier in the pregnancy about this. My midwives found a large cyst on my left ovary at 18 weeks. After seeing numerous specialists, I opted to do nothing to it and insure the safety of the baby. All along I knew this was the one thing that could instantly change all my plans, and wouldn't you know it...) I got worse throughout the day, and by the time I picked up my son from school & took him to spanish, I was pretty sure something was wrong. At 4:00pm I called my husband and asked him to come home & take me to the ER. I called my midwife with a heads up & she said she'd be waiting for a call to check up on whatever they wanted to prescribe me. (The OB's had offered pain meds before for "flare ups" & I was expecting a non stress test, a RX, and to be sent home. Silly me - pain makes you stupid!)
I went to the hospital with nothing. The pain escalated to the point I was crying & my husband yelled at this poor nurse to "do something!" (I am not wimpy... Nothing has ever hurt me this bad) I was stressed about arguing with the OB to avoid a CS.... I knew at 39 wks, they were gonna want to take him. Luckily, I got a super nice woman OB who had a birthing center baby herself. They did an US and suspected torsion. She offered me the CS and surgery for the cyst at the same time, or to try and induce. She strongly reccomended against the CS - she explained how difficult VBAC's are to get in FL & how a CS isn't a minor thing to choose lightly... she was fantastic, obviously no argument from me! I'm alergic to demerol, so I am not a candidate for most meds. I tried one that didn't even put a dent in the pain, so the dreaded epidural was my only option. My husband was so upset that I had to change all my plans so dramatically - he took more reassuring than I did. I called my midwife & doula. That was hard & sad. I really didn't feel like I had a choice (still don't) but this is (most likley) my last baby, so it was hard to let go, even though I knew I had to & needed to. They were great. My midwife offered to come to the hospital to be with me... so nice. I told her we were in for a long time as I was not dialated or effaced at all. To cut to the chase, the induction was very successfull... I stayed on the "test dose" of the epidural and an extreemley mild pitocin drip. I stayed at 3cm for about 12 hours at one point and the OB never said anything about "stalling" - she was so nice to me - she kept saying "I know this isn't what you wanted, so were gonna do everything we can to help you have a good experience this time" I figured I wouldn't have a baby untill lunch time the next day.
At 1am I woke up my husband and told him "I feel really bad all the sudden" I got instantly depressed, I started shaking... then I threw up & thought "Yea!!! the baby's comming! This must be transition!" Sure enough - I went from 3cm to pushing in under 4 hours. I never had time to even get the doula there. My husbad said "We should call Dee!" I said "It's 3 am and she'll never make it - let her sleep." I sat up with my legs on the lowered part of the bed, and after 4 contractions of pushing, we had our little Luke. I had a small tear, but felt instantly fantastic. I ripped off the hospital gown and the OB put one beautiful, gooey baby right on me. She said "Awww... we like it when mom wants that skin to skin" That's kind of sad to me now... most moms must not do that. He nursed about 15 min later & has only briefly stoped since.
The cyst is still there, but not painfull... it either was just pinched or kind of "folded" and has righted it's self now that there is some room in there. I'll have it removed in a month if it hasn't shrunk by then. They let us leave after 24 hours, which is unusual. The birth pool is still in my dining room. I'm sad I missed out on all of that, but I'm happy with the situation & outcome. I realy hope everyone elses births go as planned. I'm going to ice my hand now. One handed typing is tough.