At 39 weeks, 2 days, I was induced by my doctor to have my precious little man join the family. We got to the hospital at 7:30 am and checked in to the hospital. I got my IV put in, the pitocin started, and waited patiently for Dr. Bradley to arrive. He finally got there around 9:30 and broke my water. At that point, he put an internal contraction monitor on me to better chart the contractions. Then, the waiting game began.
Mom and Dad stopped by and we played some cards, even through the contractions. Finally, around 12:30, I asked for the epidural. The best part was that one of my school parents is an anesthesiologist at the hospital, so she came down to do the epi. My parents left at this point to go get Caitie, and we waited some more.
Caitie and my parents stopped by after school, and her only response was "Where is my brother? Why isn't he here yet?" They stayed for a while, then took Caitie home for dinner and to wait. Tiff arrived around 6, and my first nurse did her final check for her shift....I had made it to 6 cm!
I started to really feel the contractions again around 7:30, and the horrible new nurse finally agreed to check me, and I had advanced to 8 cm! At this point, the tears were streaming down my face because the pain was so intense. Shawn went to find the nurse again, and luckily, a new nurse had been assigned to me. She did a check and said it was time to start pushing! Thank goodness!
They paged Dr. Bradley (he had been at dinner), and he arrived just in time for Colin's arrival. Unlike his sister's birth, I only had to push for 20 minutes before I was greeted with the sweet cries of my new little angel. His weight and length were the same as his sister's and the resemblance between the two is remarkable. He will go through life hearing how much he looks like his big sister!
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