I doubt I blogged that my doctor told me I could be induced on the 11th of March. My due date was set for the end of that week, but he does inductions on Monday's, and he said I was good to go, so we went for it. I loved being induced!
We were able to go on one last date before becoming parents, so that was fun. We ate at the place we went to on our first date, and saw a movie! Earlier that day we did a deep clean of the house so we could be worry-free on Sunday, and when we came home from the hospital.
Sunday night we were all packed for the hospital and VERY nervous, and VERY excited. Everyone told us to get a good nights sleep... I don't know about Lorne, but my sleep was lousy just like every other night during my 7-9 months of being pregnant.
I got up a 5 am on March 11th. I showered and got ready for the day. Lorne and I were ready to go with a lot of time to spare, we were so over-prepared and excited! We left and made it so the hospital right on time. I was admitted at 7 am. They didn't waste any time getting my hooked up to the monitor and getting my I.V in!
I would say they broke my water at about 9:30. The nurse told me to try and wait until about 10:00 to get my epidural so I was in a good, steady laboring pattern. I thought that meant I HAD to wait until then, so I was scared to ask for my epidural even when those crazy contractions had me in tears. Luckily my mom was there to fend for me! She ran out and got the nurse even though I was hesitant about bugging the nurses already... When it's your first time, your totally unsure about everything!
After my epidural, I was lovin' life. I did get sick a few times, but other than that I was just happy I couldn't feel those contractions any more. I was able to get a few naps in while I was laboring.
Eventually (the day went by fast to me) I was feeling that pressure to push, but again I was reluctant to bug anyone in case it really wasn't time. And again, my mom took the initiative for me and grabbed the doctor and nurse. As soon as everyone came in and started prepping the room for the baby to come, reality was setting in and the only thing going on in my mind was, "wait! This is real? I'm really gonna push a baby out? I don't want to yet, I'm not ready!" but, Lincoln sure was ready! I probably only did 7 rounds of pushing and I heard my doctor say, "stop stop stop!". Then he held up (this is what he looked like to ME, his MOM) a perfect, beautiful, SCREAMING baby boy! I was in shock! I couldn't believe that was the "little" guy inside of me all those months, kicking my sides, sticking his little feet up in my ribs, making up throw up every morning, and causing all that comfortable heart burn. I was finally meeting my little guy! I reached out and touched his hand, but they had to hurry and get his cord cut and get him nice and warm.
I remember laying there, wishing I could stand up and go to him and hold him and comfort him. But, I had other things to do.
Lincoln was born at 6:33 pm on March 11th. He weighed 7 pounds, 14 ounces. He was 21 inches long. And he was perfect. He IS perfect.
I. love. being. a. mom. I have found my niche. I can't believe how happy I am. I think we have the most darling, most sweetest baby in the world. I'm pretty sure his dad would agree. :)
It being 2 months later, we've been getting more sleep and finally feeling like we can "do this"! Lately he's been sleeping from about 10:30-5:00ish. SO much better than every 2 hours.
Lincoln has been starting to smile and try to talk these days. It's SO much fun! I could stare at him all day and totally ignore all the house work. I don't, but I could.
So pretty much, things are great. This parent thing is the best ever!
Also, I get to be a mom for the first time this Mother's day! Wahoo!
Until next time!
