For all you mothers out there that have long and horrific labor stories, this will simply piss you off.
Heather was induced around 8:30am on Wednesday and I arrived to her hospital room around 12:30. When I got there Nick had been supporting Heather through some intense contractions and was ready to eat some lunch. Heather was feeling much better by that point because of the genius blessings of the epidural. She was dialated to a 6 and was ready to take a little nap. Nick and I thought it would be a good time to go down to the in house cafe for some lunch. We were gone for
40-45 minutes. As we stood waiting at the elevator chatting, Nick stopped and said, "Was that my name? Did you hear that? I think they just paged me."
40-45 minutes. As we stood waiting at the elevator chatting, Nick stopped and said, "Was that my name? Did you hear that? I think they just paged me." "No. It couldn't have been."
At that moment, his cell phone rang and he answered it. The next words were, "It's time to push?" So, we took the stairs.
When we got to the room, Heather was still very relaxed and the nurses and the doctor buzzing around preparing the room. When the doctor got into her position and Heather and Nick were in their's, I was still standing off to the side and was told I could stay. And here comes the part that just didn't seem real. The doctor watched the monitors and had Heather wait to push until she knew she was having a contraction. First a practice push to see what it felt like, then the real thing. She pushed 3 times, over 8 minutes and the baby was out! I stood as quietly as possible, which included grunt faces and silent cheering.
The baby who will always be referred to as "Wubby" by me, his "Crazy Auntie Oogie," came into the world weighing 7lbs, 14oz and stretching to 21+ inches. He is absolutely perfect!
