On August 20th, 2007 I was 40 weeks pregnant with toddler man and I was done. Like done done. It had been one of the hottest months here in Cincy with plenty of days in the 100 degrees plus range and like I said I was done. I went into my doctors office that Monday two days past my due date and had a non stress test. Everything looked fine, but the doctor offered to induce me and I jumped at the chance. After a call to the hospital it was decided that I should go in at midnight that night for my induction. I was beyond excited!
So hubby M and I went home (it was lunchtime). What did we do to pass the time you ask? Well, we watched Old School. Finally midnight came and we went into the hospital. I was given cytotec and began having very mild contractions through the night. Well, the morning came and no baby. The doctor started pitosin and still no baby. Finally at two o'clock on tuesday my water was broken and contractions started to be really painful. I wasn't making much progress and at four o'clock I asked for the epidural. Ahh, sweet relief.
Well, my son decided to take his sweet time. Many hours passed, family came and went. M and I went to bed for the night. During the night we were awoken to check progress and because C's heart rate started dropping during contractions. At one point I had been flipped from side to side several times and had an oxygen mask on my face. Then it was time for me to push, around three o'clock in the morning. I pushed for about twenty minutes and the doctor was called to another delivery. I was given more medicine in my epidural, so I was fine with going to sleep for awhile until the doctor returned. When he returned I only had to push for about twenty minutes before baby man C was born. He was placed on my chest and I just melted. He was gorgeous and perfect.
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