Well THAT Didn't Last Long!

Well now.  The wait is over!  I had an induction scheduled for Tuesday the 25th and was a mix of excited to meet the baby and be done with being pregnant and total second guessing myself.  After being induced with Sawyer I was pretty sure I preferred going on my own like I did with Summer, and I was afraid that I was just jumping the gun and not being patient enough.  Tuesday was my actual due date and sometimes I would sit and feel all kinds of regret that I wasn't waiting longer to get induced.  But it was set and everybody had already worked their schedules around us and I knew it really wasn't that huge of a deal.  I also knew from my last appointment that my body was definitely ready so I wasn't too worried about complications with being induced, just kind of bummed about not going on my own.  

Saturday evening we took one last outing with our little family of four.  We visited our newest nephew/cousin, and then hit up Steak n' Shake and Jungle George's.  It was a lot of fun and we just enjoyed hanging out with each other.  I had been feeling more tight and crampy than usual all day Friday and Saturday but just figured I would be like that until Tuesday when I got induced.  We got home and went to bed, and Summer woke up crying around 2:30.  Danny went to check on her and I was laying there thinking I just felt weird.  And a little sick.  I went to the bathroom a couple different times between then and 3:00, and then at 3:00 I was pretty sure I felt a contraction.  I thought there was no way it was happening so I just laid there.  But sure enough, right away I was having them five minutes apart.  I woke Danny up at 3:20 and said we should just get up to get our stuff together just in case but I didn't really know for sure if it was the real thing.  And I asked him if he would be annoyed if we went all the way to the hospital for nothing.  But we were up for just a few minutes when I told him to call his mom cause I was more sure than ever that this was definitely labor.

And while the kids were peacefully sleeping and I knew she was only a few minutes away I said we need to just go.  Contractions intensified pretty much as soon as we got on the road and I told him he needs to drive faster!  The good news is with the middle of the night, there's hardly any cars out so he could go at quite the accelerated speed:)  We reached a point on the drive where I started getting nauseous, shaky, and sweaty and thought I might be in transition.  I was feeling fairly confident that we would most likely make it to the hospital but also feeling fairly confident that there would be no epidural.  I had tried to kind of prepare myself for that option mentally because my doctor had said that when things happen they will probably go fast.  However I still had high hopes that would not be the case.  

We checked into the hospital at 4:32 and I was on my hands and knees in the lobby, moaning quite loudly:)  I was to the point where I didn't really care what anybody thought of me.  They said we needed to go to triage and I yelled out "Please no triage!!"  But they were pretty insistent so we made it there and I crawled onto the bed.  The nurse kept trying to get me to lay on my back so she could check me but I couldn't hardly move at all, let alone turn over onto my back.  So she tried checking me while I was on my hands and knees which broke my water and she said "Okay let's go to delivery!"  At this point I wasn't seeing faces or anything and had no idea there were like five or six nurses surrounding me.  They wheeled me into the room and asked me to get on the delivery table on my back.  I said I just wanted to stay on my hands and knees and finally they said how about a compromise and you go on your side?  So I flopped over onto the table and immediately started pushing.  I pushed through three contractions and his head was out.  The doctor tried to keep me from yelling while pushing but it was pretty hard to not do that.  I was such a hot, dramatic mess!  I don't do good with pain, that's for sure.  But for the fourth contraction she got really serious with me and said the baby's shoulder was stuck so I really needed to focus.  Hearing that did help me come around a little bit and at 4:53 we were able to officially meet Tucker Joseph!

Danny told me right away that it was a boy and I was excited to hear that but so wiped out that I could hardly register it right away.  But it didn't take long until I was a little more with it and could see him and hold him.  Unfortunately though, my recovery was pretty rough with a blood pressure drop and bleeding that wouldn't quit.  I had an injection plus two bags of Pitocin, an injection of another medicine, and some pills of another which made for some hard core cramping, which led to two doses of morphine.  So there were a few hours where I was really weak and completely out of it.  I hated not being able to snuggle and try to feed him but I was just too weak and tired.  But they got me going again and we were finally able to move out of recovery and into postpartum.

One of the reasons I didn't want to get induced was because I kept saying how there's no buildup in labor pain and it just hits you all of a sudden.  But there wasn't really any buildup with this guy so I'm not sure which one I prefer.  He's worth it though!

And that is the story of Tucker:)