It started with a castor oil milk shake, lemon wedge chaser, a chocolate square and three Swedish fish... 40 weeks 3 days pregnant and impatient (it actually started with trying to scramble the oil in eggs and me almost gagging into the sink with Luke shaking his head and throwing the eggs in the trash ;) ha I don't recommend the egg method.
I had prodromal labor with this little one that kept Luke and I on our toes. My OB was very clear that she wanted us at the hospital if my contractions were 5 min apart for monitoring since we had Gi in triage last time. As a result, Luke had to drive me to the hospital at all hours of the night three times before the real deal and active labor (one of the trips was the evening before we had him). I drove myself in twice and timed contractions in the parking lot two nights when he was on shift as well. The prodromal labor got me to 4cm and holding at a high station the week before I was due but not active labor until I downed the castor oil shake. I was very ready to end the two week long labor.
The night after I downed the shake, I woke up to a contraction and thought maybe my water was leaking when I stood up, but wasn't sure...turns out it was for real this time...though it felt like all the other times we drove in at 2am and I was worried we would have to wait a long time for contractions to pick up or I would be stuck with deciding if we we would stay or leave for home again (My OB was very willing to admit me the other times we drove in...but I wanted to be in active labor and not break my water to get things moving so we kept leaving for home to wait it out instead of getting things moving other ways). It seems my labors are very dependent on emotions and feeling of safety until I get to 5 to 6 cm and the point of no return. For example, starting my hep lock took 20 minutes even though they had anesthesiology come in to do it (since my lines don't start easily-one of the main reasons I need it placed early, even if I don't need IV meds, in case I need it). My contractions stopped for a half an hour after just from me hating the whole blowing out and knotting veins fallout- ick. I had to lay in bed alone just chilling to get contractions to ramp back up again. The mind is a powerful thing.
After being checked, and confirming my water was leaking a little bit and I was dilated more than the last time we were there (only hours before in triage the previous evening)...I knew I was staying and got to use the tub to settle in. This is the only labor I've ever used a tub at the hospital and not at home before leaving. It was really nice. There waterproof monitor wasn't dependable enough to leave me in there indefinitely though and I had to get out for checks and ended up using the ball from 6cm on so I wasn't getting in and out.
All the stages of labor seemed to take an hour or two longer than my normal...well...turns out it takes longer to have an 8 lb 9 oz baby than a 7 lb one. I was not expecting such a huge baby and I was also thinking it was a girl. So when they put him on my chest I was basically stunned by his size and that his face looked so much like a boy-which makes sense since he is indeed a boy. ;) ha
Oh the cramps after having the baby...they get worse with each one I feel like.
We had the baby at IU North, they are really good about waiting awhile to weigh the baby and give plenty of time for snuggling right after they are born.
Vince has big feet and wide spaced toes. :)
Since we had Vincent in the morning, the kids were at the hospital within an hour or so of his birth. They each got to guess if they thought the baby was a boy or girl with cookies we made before hand (grey for a boy and pink for a girl). Adrian looked at Vince and said "Well I hope it's a boy" Haha... I guess he thought he looked pretty masculine at that point.
watching a movie with the whole crew...
and home... we love you little Vin