Porter entered the world on Friday December 5th, at 10:05 pm. Weighing 8 lb 5 oz, and 21" 1/4 long.
This little guy was due on the 30th of November. Since Jackson came 8 days early, and Allie was induced a week late, I was mentally prepared for either case. I don't think my parents were as willing to admit that he could come late (my Mom was convinced we'd need help by 12/2), but since 3 of her 4 grand-kids have now been induced post birth, I think she's ready to adjust her expectations for any more that might come.
Our insurance doesn't like babies to go beyond 41 weeks, so after we passed his due date, I had an inkling that we might be choosing his birthday. Friday was the chosen day (which by the way is super weird to choose and to anticipate). Allie's induction lasted all of 6 hours, so I figured if we had an 8 am induction we'd have a baby by noon or so ;)...
The benefit of the planned induction is being able to tell aunt Mitzi when to come and take over the house. We were so grateful that she was willing to drive 3 hours and wade through the fun of 2 year old tantrums so we could go bring life into the world. Thank you aunt Mitzi!
As we were preparing the night before his birth, I felt that the baby would come sometime in the next week if we didn't force an appearance--mostly because I felt my body changing and preparing for birth that last week (where as most of November felt very much the same as October). This is significant because I would much rather go into labor than be induced--but sometime we don't get that choice.
We entered the hospital at 3 cm, but Porter hadn't dropped completely, so we couldn't break his water. On came the pitocin, and what felt like 4000 new accessories. The belly monitors, the Oxygen monitor, the blood pressure cuff (that went off every 30 min and made my arm numb), 4 pokes in the arm to find a vein willing to accept gallons of water and the potocin that would enter my blood stream. I am really not an accessory girl, and was SO annoyed by all of these until we finally took the last thing off 8 hours after Porter came out. Seriously loathed.
This finger oxygen monitor was my least favorite, because I don't remember having to wear it with either other birth. I started out with the clip on, asked for a different kind, and then asked to switch hands. I felt SO handicapped by it. Kind of like having a paper cut during a large operation. I know this was all about expectations, and apparently I did not expect to have so many chords attached to me! Disclaimer: I know how lucky I am to be giving birth in a Hospital in America, where my baby is very likely to come out healthy because of all these monitors--but was so ready to tear all of them off after one hour of wearing them!
We started the Pitocin at 10:45 am. At noon, when I still hadn't had any labor-like contractions of pain, Mark had to help me remember that he was expecting this to be a marathon--many many hours, and I might want to make some major adjustments to my own expectations.
This was good advice, and I tried hard to get a new perspective, but at 5pm, the tears came out of shear frustration. I was completely swollen with pumped water--it was getting hard to move--totally exhausted from not eating, and I knew I still had to go through labor! I felt like I had been stuck in a rubber room with very little communication, and still no painful contractions. I was fairly sure we were still 3 cm. I was ready to go home and try again tomorrow (I just didn't really want to get poked again--my one motivation to stay). I really wanted to talk to my personal doctor, and just be communicated with.
Incredibly, my personal OB doctor walked in my room (verses the one who was on call that day). I started crying and gave her a huge hug and asked for her professional opinion on everything. She calmed me down in seconds, dispelled my fears, gave me options (one of which was going home).
Mark and my personal Dr left, and I sat and prayed. Oh how grateful I am for that quiet moment. I had the distinct impression to stay at the hospital, and trust the medical professionals I was working with. Oh what a shift in my attitude.
The Dr on call came in (who was a very good Dr--just very busy that day), I was 4 cm, dropped enough to break my water. We broke it at 6pm, I had instant insanely painful contractions, got the epidural after an hour, and with a little help in positions and petocin, Porter was born a 4 hours later--a little after 10pm. 4 contractions of pushing, and he came out!
He was our first kid to not poop in the womb (woot woot!), so I got to hold his sweet body right after it slid out. But then he forgot to breathe. SO, off he was whisked, and soon the emergency button was pushed because he still wasn't breathing. 10 nurses rushed in, and at the moment he screamed out. Oh what a relief for a parent to hear! That beautiful baby cry just brought happy happy tears to my eyes. We decided he just wanted a little attention.
The kiddos came to visit the next day. We knew it had the potential to be hard on Allie, but we thought it would have more to do with jealousy of being slid off my lap. We didn't quite anticipate how scared she would be at the hospital would be. She hates doctors offices, "Allie no like doctor" she'll say shaking her head very convincingly, and apparently she feels the same way about hospitals.
Jackson was adorably mature, and reacted well. Allie came around for a second, but definitely no in-hospital family picture!
We were so glad to have Aunt Mitzi! She enjoyed holding Porter :)
We left the hospital on Sunday, and having experienced discharging from the hospital 2x now, we knew it could take hours longer than expected, so we pushed hard to get out of there, and we got out of there before the expected time! Incredible. We picked up the kids from a friends house on the way home, and had the sweetest experience being all together in the car. They were both just SO excited to have Porter. Allie talked the entire way home about it, and I think her verbal skills jumped at least by 200 words over that weekend. It was so cute.
Allie by far is the most parent-like of the two siblings, she can hold Porter while he's crying for at least 20 min. It's hilarious. She'll just look down on his face and smile knowingly. Jackson adores holding him, but I have to stay next to him because he'll be done after 1 minuet, and he'll just pick him up or push him off his lap, saying "I'm done Mom" as he's doing it--it's a bit nerve racking!
Postpartum has been amazing. 3rd baby definitely slides out, and doesn't require my body to heal like that 1st baby`q. I feel like I only have to focus on tallying up how much sleep I've gotten each night, so I can determine how much I need to get during the day. The biggest healing I had to do was in my wrists where I got poked so many times! Check out the bruise!! I'm telling you. Worst part of the experience.
The house was extremely chaotic the first couple of weeks especially when everyone was awake, but as long as one person is asleep and the kids have something to do, we're in super good shape. I've had amazing help from Mark and my Dad who have taken care of the kids and cooked and cleaned, and made me feel like a queen. Love it.
Best part by far, is cuddling with this adorable little feller. Going back to real life has very little pull (and obviously writing a blog post)--when I could just look at him all day. Oh yum.
Welcome welcome welcome loved little boy!