I got into the room and my family showed up a few minutes later (I think it was a few minutes, everthing was pretty blurry). Although I never really looked at them, I could just hear some of their voices between the contrax. Doc (not mine remember, she was on vacation) checked me out and said I was back to 7 cm, and I could have my epidural! YEAH YEAH YEAH   They said since I stressed (freaked) out so badly that it put me back a couple cm., Hmm never heard of that before.
Anesthesiologist came in and had a heck of a time with the epi. Had to re-try it 4 times. She kept hitting bone, I was so tense. It hurt, but I would not let her give up (I waited till 7 cm with my DD for the epi, but it was because I could handle it. This time, my back and bottom were tearing in half it seemed. During contrx I would tell her to stop for a min (even though I was trying not to move for her), during her last try she didn't stop, she put the meds in. I was ready for hell again, but OH SWEET RELIEF! The contrx almost stopped in it's tracks. I thanked her for about 5 minutes LOL
I, suddenly was in the best mood! I had no pain! Doc asked if I had enough feeling in my legs to turn around and lay down. Sure I could! I started turning and POP!!! All I said was �uhh ohhh�. Doc said �the water broke, Water looks clear�. Even with an epidural in, it felt funny.
Doc said that I was progressing fast and that if I felt the need to push, we could go ahead, and if I didn't, we would wait out the test dose of the epidural until I felt the urge "being at 10 cm doesn't mean you must push", she said.
My family came back in and I wanted to party, I felt so good. My daughter was so upset from seeing me earlier, I felt bad. I gave lots of hugs n kisses, and gabbed for the next lil while (I honestly lost track of time for the most part). Every few minutes the nurse would come in and ask me if I wanted to push, I would say "Nope, not yet", with a smile (even though I felt him descending from about 11:20 pm on Aug 2nd... I just remembered the doc said, I didn't HAVE to". I asked the nurse again, "Are you sure it doesn't hurt the baby to descend on it's own?" She said "no, why?" I said, "just curious". She knew something was up, so did my family, but I denied it. I finally asked Kurt if he wanted his baby's B day on Aug 2nd or Aug 3rd (It was then 11:45 pm). He said Aug 3rd. So I chit chatted awhile longer. Then nurse came in at 11:55pm and I told her it's time to do it. Nurse said let me check you. I told her there was no need to "I was READY". She checked and baby was almost crowning, lets just say she had a shocked look on her face.
My family walked out of the room, and doc walked in. They put my feet in stirrups because the epi gave me little sensations, and told me to push when I wanted to. I told the doc " I have to hold this baby in until you get over here" (she was putting on gloves, etc.), she didn't believe me but she amused me and came over ( I was now having to squeeze to keep him in! I was using all the feeling I had to literally lift my bottom off of the bed to do so). She asked me to give a little push. All I did was "let go", and he crowned. I gave a teeny push (while talking and smiling, oooohhh the wonders of medication!) and out came his head, then 2 more pushes and his body was completely out!! With only a couple teeny tears on my part, that didn�t even need to be stitched (no episiotomy!).
She laid him on my tummy and Kurt cut the cord. He had a lot of vernix on him, but was perfect and alert. SOOO CUTE
Doctor gave him (He was unnamed until he was 2 days old. History repeats itself!) an 8 and a 9 on the APGAR table. He nursed well, when he was about 10 minutes old!
After about an hour and a half of breast feeding, cuddling, and visiting with family, he got weighed, and bathed. His vitamin K shot and eye drops were delayed for another hour (at my request), so he could visit with us during his most alert time without blurred vision or an owie.
As of 1 week old, he was soooo good. Only cried (quietly) on occasion when we change his diaper, unless he can't latch on to the breast (my milk came in fast). Sleeps for about 3 hours at a time. Is absolutely adorable, and the love of our lives. We are now a 4 part family and couldn't be happier.
He is still very good at 20 days old. He has learned to cry a bit louder and a bit more often, fill a few more diapers a day, and sleep in his own bassinett at night (except for feeding every 2-3 hours). He hasn�t started smiling when prompted as of yet, but I�m sure that�s soon. He does lift his head well, and already tries to roll over!
I LOVE MY LITTLE BOY!