I wasn't sure if I'd peed my pants or if it was my water breaking, but it really was just my water breaking. It broke at midnight on the 23rd.
I held out on getting an epidural until 9 am when Matt went for breakfast. Yeah, that meant I'd been in labor for 9 hours already.
By about 4 pm my epidural started wearing off and I could feel a lot of pressure. I was dilated to a 10.
TWO HOURS LATER!! The doctor (not mine) and nurses walked in and said, "Let have this baby!"
About 15 minutes later I was pushing, crying and hyperventilating (pretty much just totally freaking out because everything felt very wrong) and I heard the dr. yell "I see molding! The heart rate is dropping! Get [Dr.]Allen or [Dr.] Halderman here RIGHT NOW!" About 15 min. later my Dr. came. They let me try and push once more, but his heart rate fell again.
They rushed me to the Operating Room and gave me drugs. I could still feel them cutting on me. They gave me more drugs and I started to get real loopy. Next thing I knew I could barely open my eyes, my body was totally convulsing and shaking, and they were holding up this little guy: (6:45 PM, after 18 hours of labor and an emergency C-section)
Poor thing. His head got stuck and I just wasn't big enough for him to get through naturally. Luckily babies' heads are quite resilient and he looked like this the next time I saw him:
We were glad Grandma and Grandpa were here to celebrate!
(Even though you were TOTALLY freaked out by grandpa the first half of the day. I mean, that was pure terror I saw in your eyes and heard in your cries. Luckily you got over it...mostly.)
Here's a video of him eating sugar for the first time.
(Well, kind of...he's had very small tastes here and there.)