I labored for a week at home while my doctor was on vacation. When he came back, he was shocked to see how far down hill I had gone during his absence. My toxemia had gotten worse, so he decided it was time for me to have the baby.
He induced me at midnight. I was already at 2 cm and 50% effaced. He left me to labor that night. He returned at noon (12 hours of hard labor later) to check my progress. I had only dilated an additional centimeter. So, he broke my water and inserted an interuterine pressure monitor. My contractions were measuring 210+ on the monitor (this is an outrageously high number).
Finally, after 18 hours of greuling, unmedicated labor, it was time to push. My son, Devin Louis (meaning "The Devine Fighter") was born at 6:38 p.m. on July 2nd. He was two weeks early and weighed 7 lbs 8 oz and measured 19 3/4 ins in length.
Now, he is one year old and is in the 95th percentile for his age group. He is three feet tall and weighes over 30 pounds. He has ten teeth (including cutting some of his jaw teeth), has been walking since he was nine months old, and love to be read to.
His father's side of the family is still pretty much MIA, but with all the love he gets from my parents, he doesn't do without.
