(I should be getting some extra rest, but I figure that once I get home, quiet time to get this story written down, may be hard to come by)
So here's the story of his arrival:
I had a Dr's appt on Tuesday morning and was only dialated to about 3 1/2, despite the strong but irregular contractions I had been having the day b4. So we discussed all the last minute details for my scheduled induction Wednesday. All along I have been predicting I would
have him on my own, and a mother's instinct is always right! Because around 2-2:30 I started having SERIOUS contractions, and decided I better start keeping track of them cuz they were
getting pretty regular. They were 10-15 min apart, but I was sure like the previous day
they would just go away. QUinn had class to teach up at Weber State @ 5:30 and kept asking
me if he needed to cancel class. I just kept responding I DON"T KNOW...As it got later in the day I called my sister, just to warn her of what I was feeling and told Quinn to just go to class,
but to keep his phone close. Meanwhile we had made plans for Quinn's mom to come up that night to stay with the kids, since we were suppose to be at the hospital early the next morning.
I got the kids dinner and baths early, JUST IN CASE. And then there was a knock at the door.
It was Frankie and I guess quinn had mentioned something to her about me feeling contractions and so she decided to head up early. Once again thanks for a Mother following her instincts. I finally listened to my own body and called quinn. I told him he better get home-he said "Are you sure, I can be done in like 45 minutes?"Good thing I said, NO come NOW. He made it home and we gathered up a few things, Ame said a beautiful family prayer, and we headed out the door. It was now sometie after 7:30pm. We got all the details taken care of to be admitted, and the nurse checked me-I was now at 5cm and my contracts are less than 5 min apart. They started TRYING to get an IV in me, somthing I have never had a hard time with, but for some reason today was my lucky day to get poked like 8 times. Those things are soo painful!! Anyway, Karli arrived and we got on Skype with my parents. I got an epidural, my water broke, then my Dr arrived and checked me. I am now at a 6. Meanwhile we are chatting away with my parents and quinn is doing what he does best at this point...searching the internet for NAMES :) The nurse kept adjusting the baby heart monitor on my stomach because she was having a hard time getting a constant heart beat. They decided they needed to insert a monitor in the baby's head. So they go to start that process and found something else instead...THE BABY'S HEAD!!!! WHAT? Karli and Quinn are both looking and can't believe it, as well as the nurses. DON'T PUSH is what they are telling me, as they frantically try to find my DR. I could tell that nurse was nervous SHE would be delivering this baby. Lucky for her my dr hurried in and our precious little boy slid right out!! Without even one push from me. Is that that a crazy story or what?! I mean I could have probably had this baby without an epidural and still felt minimal pain. My dad joked that we shouldn't get charged full price because no one had to do much work. I know anyone who has had long, hard labors is HATING me right now. But that is the story of how our little guy came into this world. He arrived at 9:30pm (yes less than 2 hours after we got to the hospital), was 5 lbs 7 oz and 20 1/2 inches long.
And here he is:
he was so alert, but at the same time mellow from the minute he came out