The rest of the story

Sorry to keep my fans on pins and needles:) Just kidding.

...Shortly after the nurse told me I was going to be admitted, she took us to our labor and delivery room which was awesome (compared to the tiny separate labor, then delivery, then shared recovery stone-age rooms at the hospital where I would have had to be induced. It's scheduled to be torn down.). One of the first things our nurse asked was if I was going to want an epidural. Of course, I said yes! I love them - ahh, the relaxation! However, I still hadn't had the intensely painful contractions I had with Ryan or Sean. In the past it took forever for them to draw labs and have an anesthesiologist available, so I thought it was great they were so on the ball! Then probably 30-40 minutes later, they announce that it's ready and ask if I want it. Again, sure! How great is that? Labor without being induced and not getting to dire straits! So they got me set up with my epidural, check me afterwards and discover that I was at an 8! Still no crazy contractions! So we turned off the lights for a nap until Kyle was ready to be born...it was about 4:45 am. Scott got to have a great nap. He was out in minutes. A few minutes after he was out, the nurses ran back in because Kyle's heart rate had dropped. They gave me oxygen, shifted my position and he was fixed. He was fine the rest of the time, but my nap was pretty ruined. I relaxed to the sound of his heartbeat, trying to keep it on the monitor. An hour later they checked me and I was fully dilated and effaced, they broke my water and decided to let him labor down on his own. Great - more rest time! Then around 8 am, a doctor came in and asked if I wanted to start. It was funny because in the past, the doctors just told me when it was time. This doctor was pretty relaxed about everything and wanted to know if I was ready. So we went for it and Kyle was out in about 15-20 minutes.

My first two deliveries were not too similar, but the pain was the same. My mom always talks about how she really never felt pain in her labors and honestly, after delivering my first two, I thought she had to have a serious case of memory loss. Now I can believe her. Also, my husband always claims that I have a low tolerance for pain. I protest! No one can know what type of pain another is experiencing. My point is pain isn't the same for everyone - or even the same person. This time it was different and minimal. For Sean, I was at a 2 and dying whereas this time I got to an 8 rather easily. I experienced less pain - BEFORE DELIVERY. The contractions for 3 days post delivery whilst nursing was a whole different story. I had none with Ryan, regular uncomfortable ones with Sean. This time I had to use breathing techniques, heating pads and nothing helped. Goodness me...it was severe!

And yes, I'm still glad I got my epidural...I have no desire to find out what my easy labor could have turned into...and how it feels pushing out a 9 lb 12 oz baby...

So I wasn't induced at all. Kyle was born just over 2 hours after I was scheduled to be induced at the other hospital. My body did it on it's own...no pitocin (I had many doubts it would happen with how late he was!) However next time, maybe I'll reconsider the inducing route if it looks like I'll have another overdue scenario. Even though he's little to us - especially after loosing most of his chub - he weighed in at 9lb 2 ounces on Monday...I think I'll opt for not delivering another almost 10 lb baby. We laughed because our others just slipped out once the head cleared...not Kyle. Is this post just way too much information? I might be editing soon.

Here are a few more pictures from the delivery room...Scott thought the chubbs picture was too funny and I had to publish it:) I like when they are looking into each others eyes.

This one...how did that baby fit in my belly?

On to today's events: My first day Scott left for work in the morning and my mom wasn't here. Started off great. Cute awake baby looking around. Sean crawling into bed with baby and me. Everything was great. Then Sean puked. Then I went to wake Ryan and he said his tummy hurt. Then Ryan puked. Adorable Kyle was getting hungry but was soo patient while I tore sheets off beds and bathed puke boys. I should have known yesterday something fishy brewing. As I was visiting with a friend who brought dinner Sean fell asleep on my lap! He'd had a nap the day before so yesterday was going to be a no nap day. Then he literally fell asleep on me! I was flabbergasted! Well, today now explains yesterdays bizarreness. Now this is my house and why I'm able to update my blog:

Big boys - downstairs

Kyle - upstairs (not sick)