Being pregnant for nine months is bad enough, but once you get into that last month everything just seems to take longer and you feel more uncomfortable than you ever have been before, at least for me anyway. The month just seems to drag on, but when you go over 40 weeks and your little one still hasn't come, it is just pure torture.
I had been feeling pretty strong contractions for 2 weeks and so I kept thinking he will come early, it is only a matter of time. I went in the week before he was due and I was dilated to a 4 and 80% effaced, and so I thought surely he would come that week. Well the week came and went as did my due date. I was so done being pregnant and just wanted to hold my little boy in my arms. I went to the gym several times a week and walked on the treadmill hoping it would spur on the contractions which it did, but they never stayed.
I thought about doing caster oil and all those other wives tales, but decided that I would just wait and see if he came on his own.
I got to march 10, two days after my due date and decided I had enough. I had a doctors appointment the next day, but I thought what the heck, why not see if I can just schedule an induction so that if he didn't come I would at least have a date set to go in. I called the doctors office and was expecting to be scheduled at 41 weeks, but to my surprise they asked if I wanted to come in tomorrow. I jumped at the chance and was so excited that I was going to be done being pregnant.
Don't get me wrong, my pregnancy went well and I was healthy and able to work out still so I don't have a lot to complain about, but I just hate waiting and I wanted to get my little guy here. Plus I like to have a plan so I can have things figured out and taken care of before hand.
On Tuesday around noon we went in to have the baby. After being checked in and everything they checked me and after a week sitting at a 4 and 80% effaced, guess what, I only dilated to a 4.5 and still was 80% effaced...this little guy wanted to take his sweet time.
They started me on Petocin around 3 or so and then it just became a waiting game. I started to have strong contractions close together and so I asked for my lovely epidural and was happy I didn't have to wait long for it. The only bad thing about it was he did it really strong and I couldn't move my legs or really feel anything down there except a slight bit of pressure. I am happy though to not have been in pain. The worst part for me, even worse than the stinging of the needle in my back from the epidural was actually the IV in my hand....I know, go figure. I got really nauseated and my blood pressure dropped really low, but thankfully it passed after a little while. I really hate having my blood drawn and any sort of needles put into my arms or hands.
After waiting, around 7:45pm or so the dr. came in and broke my water and about 20 minutes later came back to deliver the baby. I pushed one time, granted it was a long push, but out he came to join the world. He was the cutest baby, and actually looked just like Travis. That is the first thing I said when he was placed on me and I saw his beautiful face. He had so much hair and it was so blonde. I have actually never had them place the baby on me right after they are born, and that was a neat experience to have me be the first person he hears and smells and had skin to skin contact with. With the other two they just take them and bathe them first and then hand them back to you after they have checked them out. I loved this way because I could bond with him and Travis before they did all that stuff.
We decided on the name Easton, which the kids were wanting really bad, and we went with Marshall for the middle name after my maiden name. Easton was born on March 11, 2014 in the Salem hospital. He weighed 8lbs 2oz, and was 20.5 inches long. He was my biggest baby so far and I am so grateful to have him here with us. He is such a sweet baby, and just so handsome I can't get over it.
We had to wait in the room for a long time because my epidural just wouldn't wear off and I couldn't get up to walk by myself. Finally though after like 4 hours I was able to be moved to a different room where I would stay the remainder of the time.
It was nice in some ways that they had him stay with me the whole time and didn't take him to the nursery, but I do kind of wish I had the option for a little bit so I could have gotten some sleep, but it was so nice to have all that time to bond with him and have that time with just Travis and I and the baby. Travis was so happy to have another son as well and I love the way he looks at him and holds him, it just melts my heart.
My mom came to see him at the hospital and so did McKenna. Graysen was sick so he couldn't come see him but McKenna loved him and was so happy to have her little brother here and my mom of course just loved him to pieces.




