Monday, September 12, 2011
LIttle Man's Arrival
Well, I called it! We arrived at the hospital on Sunday, 9/4/11, at 0745 to be induced and hope the procedure from the day before (foley ball) worked. It did, sort of. I was dilated to a 2, then after 2 hours, a 3. My water was broken and at 130pm, I was finally a 4. I decided to get the epidural then because it was a SLOW process.
Talk about slow...by 930pm there was no progression. I had not budged one bit. My OB had left at 8pm, jokingly told me I would have the baby the moment she left the hospital. The on-call OB came in at 930pm, checked me and was concerned that with no progression and the head not even close to being engaged, a c-section would be a good call. Derek and I both agreed.
I was prepped immediately (because there was NOTHING and NO ONE else on the floor with me!) and Oliver Deacon Franklin was born at 1042pm. He was 6lbs 11oz and 19 1/4 inches long. I saw him and immediately saw Derek in his face! He is the spitting image of his father, with the exception of his tiny pinky toes. They curl under which is a family trait on my side. Other then that ONE thing, its all Derek!
Proud Daddy went with him to the nursery while I was put back together. The doctor told me I had tons of lesions on my ovaries and removed and corrected them while he had me wide open on the table. He thinks this *might* have been a fertility issue but there is no way of knowing. He also told me my upper pelvic region is very small so he would never have made it down, so the c-section was inevitable. There are no regrets for our decision to proceed with the surgery!
Ollie lost 8oz in the hospital and another 1 1/2oz once we went home. He gained 1/2 back and is slowly working his way from little peanut to little nugget!
I am great! I am only taking a pain pill at night and using Motrin during the day. I am climbing the stairs all the time, walking Evie to school twice a week, but mainly snuggling on the couch with my little old man!
Talk about slow...by 930pm there was no progression. I had not budged one bit. My OB had left at 8pm, jokingly told me I would have the baby the moment she left the hospital. The on-call OB came in at 930pm, checked me and was concerned that with no progression and the head not even close to being engaged, a c-section would be a good call. Derek and I both agreed.
I was prepped immediately (because there was NOTHING and NO ONE else on the floor with me!) and Oliver Deacon Franklin was born at 1042pm. He was 6lbs 11oz and 19 1/4 inches long. I saw him and immediately saw Derek in his face! He is the spitting image of his father, with the exception of his tiny pinky toes. They curl under which is a family trait on my side. Other then that ONE thing, its all Derek!
Proud Daddy went with him to the nursery while I was put back together. The doctor told me I had tons of lesions on my ovaries and removed and corrected them while he had me wide open on the table. He thinks this *might* have been a fertility issue but there is no way of knowing. He also told me my upper pelvic region is very small so he would never have made it down, so the c-section was inevitable. There are no regrets for our decision to proceed with the surgery!
Ollie lost 8oz in the hospital and another 1 1/2oz once we went home. He gained 1/2 back and is slowly working his way from little peanut to little nugget!
I am great! I am only taking a pain pill at night and using Motrin during the day. I am climbing the stairs all the time, walking Evie to school twice a week, but mainly snuggling on the couch with my little old man!
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