Bessie has some time while she is being milked to type up a post about Tucker's arrival. Danny has called me Bessie the Cow since last Sunday when I started pumping.
Let's start with Tuesdays doctors appt. shall we. My BP was still high but not high enough to warrant an induction, so my OB sent me to L&D for an NST and blood work. She also checked my cervix... Which was maybe a finger tip dialated but soft. NST and bloodwork were fine so we were sent along our merry way and I was to continue modified bed rest. This is when Danny said " you know that we'll be back tonight even though she said nothing's happening and you're fine right?"
Wednesday at 3 am I get up to pee for th 2nd time. As I'm walking out of the bathroom, I feel a gush. I back to the toilet thinking I'm pissing myself, only to find that the gush won't stop! It donned on me that my water had broke and it was go time. I woke Danny up (who started fa-reaking out!), showered and headed to the hospital calling Danny's sister who is an OB nurse at the hospital (we'll call her Aunt D for this post).
Once we got to the hospital, Danny calmed down and we got checked in. About 10 minutes later, one of my friends moms had her hand up my vag checking to see if I was dialated at all. Surprisingly not as awkward as one might think. When she couldn't find my cervix, Aunt D gave it a shot. Within 30 minutes of being in labor my sister-in-law and a friends mom had seen and felt my goods. All modesty was gone. I was maybe a 2-3 cm at 6 am. Aunt D came back around 8, still no change. We were told to start making laps in the hall and she would check again in a couple hours and if no progress had been made pitocin would need to be started at 11 since my water was already broke. 10 rolled around and no progress. The Pit was started and shit got real.
Contractions got stronger and stronger and I was trying to wait as long as I could to get the epidural. Only 2 hours had gone by since the Pit was started so I didn't think I could have made much profess, but was in some serious pain. It was time for drugs and boy were they nice. After the epidural kicked in , Aunt D came into check me and starts laughing. I was fully dialated. "No wonder I was in so much f**king pain!" That's the kind of thing you can say when your sister-in-law is your nurse. She gave me the option to start pushing or take a quick 30 minute nap. I opted for the nap because I knew once pushing started I would need energy and the hours after that would be a blur. Well, about 10 minutes later she comes back and says "just kidding. She (my OB) wants you to push now"
After an hour and 20 minutes of pushing and feeling like my head was going to explode at any given moment, I was close enough the dr needed to come over. It was really nice to be able to get through the hard part with my husband and his sister. Once the dr got there, I think I pushed twice and the next thing I knew this beautiful baby boy was laying on my chest. That part happened very fast.
Our lives changed forever in the second. My favorite part about all of it so far has been watching Danny with Tucker. Listening to him try to calm or watching them snuggle are just a couple if things that make my heart melt.
Diesel has been pretty funny with him too. Initially he was actually kind of afraid of Tucker. Now they kind of just coexist. Which is fine since Diesel could easily be rough with him and so far (knock on wood) that hasn't happened.
Tucker arrived at 2:31pm, after 11.5 hours of labor (not bad for a rookie ;) ) weighing 6 pounds 6.8 ounces and 19.5 inches long.
Later this week I'll recap his first week of life, some of which was spent in the hospital.