Hiiii! I'm back! I'm pretty sketchy on the whole "awake and aware of my surroundings" thing, but we are home and all is well.
Friday was a LONG day. My OB wanted me in at 6am, knowing that my last induction (Claire) took about 13 hours. I had high hopes that with this third baby, things would progress at a quicker pace and Tim and I would be holding our newborn by dinner at the latest. The best laid plans, right?
I got my epidural at 11am (it took two tries; the first one hit a vein). With Claire I had a walking epidural, which is apparently a narcotic. I liked the walking kind a lot better; the ones with Kate and Luke were the non-walking kind, and not only did I feel like I was lying in a bed of gravel, the drug also didn't last...
At 8pm, they boosted my pitosin, causing me a good deal more pain. The epidural was beginning to wear off, just as I reached 8cm. It didn't kick back in. I think they call that a natural birth? Not what I had planned, but I survived somehow.
Just over 2 hours later, at 10:03pm, our baby boy arrived. There's nothing quite like learning that you have a perfect baby son after waiting more than nine months to find out the baby's gender. He weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces, and was 21" at birth. He is such a good baby, and is a wonderful blessing. Welcome, Luke Arthur.