A new routine

Gosh, I kick my self in the butt for this taking so dang long. See, this is what I do to myself I start this wonderful thing (writing again) because it makes me happy and it's cool to have other people read it and follow along with me but then life happens and I get busy and instead of taking 10 mins to write when I should have I let it slip by and now there's just a billion things I wanna write about.

First things first, Karson was born! Sept. 6th at 1:35 in the morning. Those of you who don't have a calendar or remember what day the 6th was....it was a TUESDAY. Yea, we got checked into the hospital on Sunday. Talk about a LONG labor. To give you the short story, they (my dr.) wanted me to go into the hospital on Sunday to have my blood pressure checked because when I was in his office the Friday before it was a little high and they didn't want to wait till over the weekend to have it checked again. So we went in on Sunday just to check me out, didn't think I'd be staying so I didn't bring my bag I had packed or anything. They checked me and decided my blood work didn't look to hot, so they wanted me to stay to get induced. I didn't want to stay, but they "strongly recommended it" so I stayed. I was just turning 38 weeks the next day (Monday) and I didn't think my body was ready; I was right.

They started me on those gel packs to soften my cervix because I was not dilated. Those take 3 hours a piece, I went through 3 of them and still nothing so after 9 hours of gel packs, they decided to give me a stronger gel. This one lasts for 12 hours. So Monday afternoon at noon (after 21 hours of gel) they check me again and yep now I'm 1 cm. dilated and and finally the cervix is soft. So now we can start the pitocoine to try and get me more dilated. They get my pitocine up to 24 and I'm basically having contraction on top of contraction for till about midnight on Monday (yes I had an epidural in between there too so it wasn't too bad) they come back in at midnight to check me and again I'm still 1 cm. dilated. No progress, none. They offer to break my water and let me contract over night to see if by morning something will have happened. I asked them what the likelihood of anything significant happening would be, and they said not much because by this point it had taken this long and I was progressing EXTREMELY slowly. So I asked about a c-section, they said it would probably be best. Honestly, I was so tired by this point I just wanted to be done. I didn't want to wait anymore, I wanted it over and I wanted to hold my little boy by that point. So they got dressed and rolled me down there and by 1:35 Tuesday morning I had myself my handsome little man.

And this was this was the result...

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. My little angel came out beautiful and healthy and right on time too. With a little intervention of course. And although I was a little beyond sore and had a hard time moving around a whole lot we sure had a lot of visitors who came acallin' to meet the little man. In which case he happily obliged.

We stayed in the hospital till Friday, 3 more long days and then they finally let us come home. And it's been A LOT easier since. We've gotten into somewhat of a routine with our little man, and although Michael went back to work after about a week and a half of being home we both enjoy our time with him. Everyday I feel like I learn more about him and from him, what he likes what works better and everyday I feel like our life at home becomes a little more normal and routine. And I love routines :)