MIA

My last day of work was February 11th. The following days that week were filled with a lot of snuggles with my daughter. It was the last few days that she was going to be the only child in this house, the last few days of mommy and daddy's undivided attention.  Friday morning came around and I had to call the hospital at 6:30am to find out what time to be there for the induction. They told me all the beds were full, and it would be later that day. I called back around 9:30am and they were telling me it may not happen. Anthony and I were a little upset. My dr called just a bit later and asked us what we were feeling. I love her. She's amazing. I told her it's ok, I know it was elective, and I understand that if there were no beds, we could wait. She said she had to go into the office, but she would do all she could to find out when we could get into the hospital. About a half hour later, at 11am, the nurse from the hospital called and said come in as soon as we could. We jumped up and explained to Claire we were going to the hospital to get Dominic out of mommy's belly and bring him home. She was a little upset at first, and that in turn, made me upset. We got to the hospital and got settled in. I had to get 4 hours of antibiotics before I could deliver. They didn't want to start the induction until they were sure I wouldn't deliver before that 4 hr mark. They let me eat around 2pm and around 2:30 we started the induction. My contractions got intense after a few hours and they came to do the epidural. I was already in the transition stage and shaking uncontrollably. I was getting sick. Finally, I had some relief and laid down to rest. The epidural only took to one side. I knew right then that was going to be bad, the side it took was not the side I had pain in all pregnancy. I didn't feel the contractions though, so I was ok with it. All of a sudden, around 11:00pm I felt my contractions coming on pretty hard. They had anesthesia come in and give me narcotics and wait to see how close I was to deliver. The dr said I was only 6cm. They gave me 2 more bolus' of the epidural. I felt like I needed to push. The dr's came in and told me it would be hours. I was only 6cm. I knew that wasn't true. I was practically begging the dr's not to leave because I knew I was going to push any minute. It was less than 5 min later and my contractions were so intense. The epidural wore off and no amount they would push through my IV was helping. I could feel everything. I was promising the dr's I needed to push and they checked and I was at 8cm. They said it would still be awhile. I didn't let them leave the room. Not even a minute later I was looking at Anthony like I needed him to either hold the baby in or convince the dr's I needed to push. The dr's came and checked and were surprised I was at 10cm. It had been less than 5 min to move from 6 - 10cm. I started to push and 20 minutes later, my little miracle was born. The epidural had worn off so it was a pretty painful delivery, but so worth it. I sobbed. I couldn't stop. It was like I had no control. I would try to take a deep breath to calm down, and it just came out louder and longer. I sobbed because my son was here safe. I sobbed because he would never know his 2 older brothers and 1 older sister. I sobbed because my oldest daughter was a big sister, and she would now know what that feels like on this earth. I sobbed because he was beautiful. I sobbed. There's so much more to what happened next, and the next few days, but since I've been writing this for a week now, this is where I'll stop. I will let you get a glimpse of my little man, but I promise there will be more pictures to come. Like everything else, I've been a little busy snuggling my little and big babies and still haven't uploaded pics to my computer.

My little man. 

Mommy snuggling her babies.

Proud big sister.