i was so anxious the day before caleb was born. i don't know why, but i was just nervous as heck. i couldn't sleep, and i kept flipping out that the hospital hadn't called. at 5:30 the next morning i made joe call them to make sure they knew i wanted to come in. they said they would call back soon, they were just getting a few things ready. we got there about 7, got checked in, got pitocin and all that jazz by around 8, and settled in for a long ride. the contractions weren't nearly as bad as last time (at first at least) and i spent a while on the max amount. my doc came and checked me a while later. he broke my water around 1, and i have to say it was the WEIRDEST feeling- there was so much fluid this time (with claire nothing came out til after) and i kept laughing to myself because i couldn't control it. with every contraction tons more would come out.... i am sure this is totally normal and nothing to think about, but because that didn't happen with claire it seemed bizarre.
i really wanted to see how long i could go without the epidural, and i felt pretty good about getting as far as i had when i decided i needed it. right when i got the doc for the drugs in, my nurses changed. i LOVED this nurse- she was so on top of everything, and really knew how to help me out. got the drugs, and this time was also so different with claire. i was completely numb with her, and had no idea when contractions were coming without looking at the monitor, and i never felt the urge to push (i just wanted to go back to sleep). this time it took a while to work, but it worked better- i wasn't in pain but i knew when the contractions were, and how things were progressing. at 5:40 my doc came and checked me, i was a six. we joked about how i really love laboring for a long time, and he left to go home and get dinner, and said he would be back after that, watching me the whole time. the nurses changed at six, but my nurse had said she knew he would be here by then. i was sad she wouldn't be the one for it, but all the sudden at 5:55 things were different- i wanted to flip to my back so bad, but i felt silly asking her to check since it had only been 15 minutes. (i think the person to actually check that time was a doc who was in training... he had been in there off and on all day.) they could tell things had changed so they did, and caleb was ready for arrival! so much so, my body was starting to push him out on its own.... (at this point my sister was still in the room. she said she wouldn't stay for the actual delivery this time, and i told her to leave right then if she didn't want to see it because he was coming fast. she stayed anyways, and i am so grateful- it was such a neat experience!)
at 6 my new nurse came in, said she had just called my doctor- he was on his way back and would be there in 7-8 minutes. i told her i was watching that clock, and i was turning over in 8 minutes whether he was there or not, so be ready! (i was delivered by a nurse, and when my mom told the nurse this i think she flipped out a little) i held it together, doc came in, and four pushes and ten minutes later he was out! he squealed like a pig, peed all over the room, and everyone was laughing and crying with relief.
the delivery nurses were so much more on top of things, one nurse even got me dinner right in the delivery room while caleb was being cleaned up. this was huge for me, because after laboring with claire the entire day i was STARVING, but i wasn't allowed to have anything with claire until the next morning because i had been throwing up after coming off the drugs.
in general, things seemed so much smoother and easier with caleb. recovery was faster, labor and delivery was easier and faster, in general i enjoyed it a lot more. so there's that... all you wanted to know and i'm sure more.
i've thought about that day a lot lately, and i am SO grateful everything went so smoothly that day. a million things could have gone wrong, but it was just such a good day. i am even more in love with little man! he is still SO GOOD. sleeps through the night consistently, and puts up with his crazy sister like a champ. and he still has the cutest sneezes. he is cooing and talking back, but is still so lazy- any time he's on his stomach he passes out, and has no desire for rolling or head lifting. and i am OKAY with that- no need for another early walker in this house :)
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