March 4th, 2009
1:01pm

Went to my doctor's appointment yesterday morning, and we decided to set it up to induce my labor today. The appointment with the hospital was set up for 6am. We set our alarm for 5am so we had time for all of us to get ready and leave by 5:30. We got up and Monty took his quick shower and by 10 after I was in the shower. I was starting to hurt, but didn't know if it was just from normal pain I get when I have to go potty and don't go for a while. Very quickly, though, the pain was getting worse and more frequent. I started laughing and told Monty that I thought I might be having contractions. We laughed about it for a while while we got ready to go. On the way to the hospital, I was pretty positive that I was having contractions. Once we got all the paperwork done and got me to my room, I was sure.
The nurses put the monitors on me and said that they would leave them on a little longer than normal to see if my contractions would get up to where they needed to be without the pitocin. I really really really did not want to have to get the pitocin. That stuff is a huge bitch and the pain is suposed to be worse than normal as well. The nurses set it all up, Judy(the main nurse that was with me) sat with me for a while and then they left, telling me to call if I needed anything. Oh, during the time they put the monitors on and all, they took my blood and whatnot. The needle was first put in my left forearm. It kinda blew and so she had to take it out. So she went to my right hand. I really don't like that she had to do that, as my hand is now very very sore because I was gripping things and clenching my fists and all kinds of other stuff while having contraction.
Ended up I didn't need the pitocin. *does pitiful, painful happy dance* After a bit, I called Judy back in because the contractions felt like the hurt worse. Also, I was really thirsty and (the only way I could think to describe it, because that is EXACTLY how it felt) I felt like I had to pass gas, but it didn't really seem like I actually had to fart. It was a small pressure, but not quite the feeling of the need to push yet.
The contractions got steadily worse. Judy asked if I wanted to change possition or move about. I took her suggestions of different possitions to try and ended up with a mixture of what she suggested and what ended up being comfortable. The bullet labor ball ended up crap for me, but with some pillows and me constantly(I mean CONSTANTLY) raising and lowering the head of the bed, I found that on my hands and knees, doing these really strange side to side rocks and back and forth thrusts ended up helping a lot during the contractions. Then Judy said the magic words... "if you feel the urge to push, you can. It's okay"
I was actually scared to push. I don't know why. I would let everything relax down there, it hurt less when I did. But actually pushing scared me a bit. After the third time she said it or so, I did push a little. I was soooooo happy when I found that while on my knees, if I pushed during a contraction the contractions didn't hurt as much. Then my hips and lower back started hurting. Hella lot. Time for slight shift in possition, change of pillows, rocking hips rather than swaying. Helped a bit, but HOLY HELL! That hurt. Pushing was fun though. I hate to think about how this all would have felt without my two pints of vodka it felt like I had drank. That drug was goooooooood. Oh yeah, I gave in. This kid was a bitch all around. Labor pain was horrid. I had told her I gave in and could I please have something for the pain. She was really sweet and got me something(can't remember what she said it was called. I will have to ask). I ended up asking for more later. Thankfully I was just shy of being too far to get more. Dr. Marvin said it was okay.
Dr. Marvin came in later and they asked me to roll back over onto my back so he could check me again. I think it would have been fun to be able to give birth on my knees, but no go. Didn't have time to get back up there, besides, the brat was turned wrong. He was facing the wrong way, and Dr. Marvin had to stick his hands in there and try to help turn him while I pushed. OUCH OUCH OUCH! You know, contractions are painful. They hurt like a bitch. But when someone has their fingers in there as well, that is a new kind of pain. Now, once he started trying to ease the turning and I was pushing really hard, it actually helped with the pain. With his fingers there, it was allowing for some of the waters to come around the head and the slight easing of pressure while I pushed was a relief.
I didn't have to lay flat on my back to push this time. I was pretty much on my side and no matter how I moved, no one told me I couldn't. Dr. Marvin was the one that wanted me on my side a bit with one of my legs up. He was trying to get the baby to turn to the possition he was needed. It obviously worked, and being able to be on my side rather than my back, able to grab the arm thingie and plant my feet(I raised myself halfway off the bed a few times. LoL), was such a wonderful thing. All they did was tell me "good! good! keep pushing!"
Christopher was here the entire time. I think he is a little scarred. LoL Mommy screamed. A lot. Christopher cried. Only once though. Daddy told him there was no reason to cry(this was when I had only laid there and said ow ow ow ow ow a bunch. When I started screaming, he got this panicked sounding voice and kept asking, "what's wrong with mommy?" Was kinda cute. Kept having to reassure him that mommy was fine. Once Kieran was here, all he could do was say "wow". Then he was over it. He didn't care anymore. He had been waiting on his brother for ages, now that he was here, he was ready for something else. LoL
I don't know what time he was born, or how long he is, don't know his weight either. Nurse came in earlier and said she was going to give him his bath and do all that and bring him back later. She said it takes about an hour. I told her to take her time and not worry about it because Judy was going to help me take a shower and change the linens on the bed and whatnot. I think, though, that it has been a couple hours. She came in for a second and said something to Judy and told me he had a stork mark on the back of his neck (stork bite mark, strawberry mark, witch's mark... what ever you want to call it). She seemed to be trying to reassure me about it because she was quick to say that it was only a small one. I laughed and told her both my other boys had it and I am sure I did as well. Went on to tell her he most likely has a freckle on his neck and behind one knee. I have them, my boys have them, my mother had them, and so did my grandmother. Not sure if others before her had them, but I am sure they did. LoL I will inspect Kieran when she brings him back to see if he has the freckles. I also need to take pictures. Lotsa lotsa pictures.
I am sooooooo tired. Bed at about 2am, up at 3am and 4am to go potty, then at 5am to start this hell. With all the panting I did, I over oxygenated my brain and was yawning after each contraction. LoL I want to go to sleep, but I want to see my boy first. Maybe once he gets here and I have my fun, I can take a little nap. Maybe. Not sure.
I will most likely write more when I have more news. Like what freaking time I actually had him. Hahahahahaha!

March 5th, 2009
5:04pm

Oh man, I am so freaking sore! The cramps are hell. I am popping Tylenol like mad. My thighs are killing me from the possitions I was in during labor. I used my legs to lift myself up a lot when I was pushing. My cramps are a bitch. But they are only slightly worse than menstral cramps, so I am not too upset. Much better than labor pain. LoL
Kieran Myrrdin was born at 9:17am on March 4th, 2009. He weighed 8pounds 9ounces and is 21 inches long. His Apgar score was 9 at 1 minute and 10 at 5 minutes (other Mommys will get this.)
We were able to leave the hospital this morning around 10:00am. We left the hospital and ran by the store, then went to my work. My boss was the first to see him and she even got to hold him before Daddy did! Between everything else, Daddy just never got a chance to. He thinks it is funny because when Christopher was born, between everything that happened with him, the librarian got to hold Christopher before Daddy did as well. LoL He just needs to be more on the uptake. He doesn't mind though.
Once we got home, I organized a few items and ate lunch. Then I grabbed Kieran and we went a crawled into bed. My king size bed has been calling me since this started. Granted, I loved being able to adjust the head of the bed with a push of the button, but a small little bed verses my king size? No contest.
Before I had a chance to go to sleep, my screen door opens and slams shut again. Then I hear a huge engine rev up and pull away. Husband and son had gone up to the office to check the mail. I go to the door and there between the screen door and main door is a package. MY DIAPER BAG!!!! I rip open the plastic and squealed! It is the cutest thing on the planet! I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE it. Not only are the characters perfect and total squee worthy, but Oh. My. Freaking. Gods. The bag is massive! It is so big that I could put Kieran in it! I adore the sage green ribbons she put on the sides and the piping on the inside of the flap. I love that touch. I had originally asked for the bag to be that color, but the bag would not have been sturdy enough with that fabric. But I have to say, I think that the felt characters on the front stand out better and look much better with the blue than they would have against sage. It holds everything. There are not the usual dozen pockets and compartments as with a "normal" diaper bag, but I usually have a problem with all the pockets and compartments. I like my many little bags. Like I have a ziploc bag for pacifyers, and another for important papers, and another for wipies, and yet another random shit. Then I just throw the other stuff in. And I am CONSTANTLY throwing more shit in the diaper bag. It becomes my purse as well. I am not one of those mothers that carries a diaper bag and a purse. The diaper bag holds everything. And this bag can hold it all and then some. I have a package of wipies, a small package of diapers, all the stuff from my purse, a blanket, and the small stuffed animal my boss gave Kieran in the bag right now. It doesn't look like there is anything in it. I can put a couple changes of clothes and whatever other random shit I want in there, and I would STILL have room for my laptop. I am in bag heaven. Some women have their shoes, others have their designer purses. Me... I go for the bags. Not purses, bags. I like the big ones that I can stick my life in. I tend to carry a backpack with me just so I can carry everything. So for me, this diaper bag is heaven!
Okay, I am better now. LoL I have pictures. I will post them now! Just to put you all at ease, I will only be posting the "good" pictures. I have the "icky" shots hidden away in my computer. *rolls eyes and giggles* I think they came out great. *pouts* I don't have enough morbid friends that find that interesting. Oh well.
By the way... yes. I am still suffering from lack of sleep and have officially lost my mind. I will be okay in a day or two. Until then, just deal with my idiocy. I will make it up to you all later.