January 30, 2010
Seven Pounds, Five Ounces
In total I spent the better part of three days at the hospital. With not a single complication during the entirety of my pregnancy, it was a bit of a shock to find on the Thursday before my due date that my blood pressure had shot through the roof. Fearing seizures and other serious medical issues, induction was imminent. I spent Saturday in the hospital hooked up to monitoring machines. Mom and Dad were coming for a pre-baby visit and arrived just as I was being released with the news that tomorrow would be the day. We were okay with this news. This gave us enough time to stock the fridge, have one last baby-free dinner out, and for Trev and I to spend an evening together struggling to bring the search for a boys name to an end (it's a good thing too).
Back to the hospital early the next morning, after a quick cleaning of the house, to find out my blood pressure had risen still and it was inevitable that they would induce. Sunday was spent in a hospital bed visiting with friends and family, worrying and waiting. It was late Sunday after everyone had gone home for the evening that the pain kicked in and I was given something to help me sleep.
I awoke Monday morning at 3 am with what I could only presume were contractions. And after yet another 2 hours secured to machines, Trev was called to come in and I was rushed to the labour and delivery room for a non-negotiable epidural (lowers blood pressure). When Trev arrived at 6 am I was feeling much better. We napped together for most of the morning, no thanks to the plethora of roving doctors and nurses and their accompanying students. Mom, Dad and Becki arrived a little later to keep us company for the rest of our waiting. It was almost noon when they finally broke my water and informed me that it was almost time to push...