


So sad this post is a day late, but I had an out-of-town guest until this afternoon, hence, no time to blog. Little Aiden celebrated his first birthday yesterday, July 6th. He was originally due on July 14th, Bastille Day in France. For any of you who know what a francophile I am, that was a pretty fitting due date in my book => Well, my OB-Gyn was going to be out of town for two weeks as of 7/07 and I wasn't too keen on spending so many months with the same Dr only to have him disappear at the most crucial moment. So, we decided to induce me a week early, which was also a relief of sorts since we lived an hour away on a good traffic day. I was not so sure about the process though. I knew the chances of a C-section were increased if things did not progress properly...
Well, I was admitted to the hospital at around 10am in the morning. I hadn't eaten anything as I was unsure if I was supposed to or not. The nurse told me in the most sympathetic tone that it would have been fine to eat, but now that I was here, it was strictly clear liquids and after the epidural, ice chips. Bummer... So I drank a bit 'o chicken broth and ate some really gross jello (how someone could screw that up, I don't know) =>. When Dr. S checked me he said my cervix was not quite lined up with the birth canal, Amy, if your reading this, perhaps you could enlighten me on the "stages" of the cervix => Anyhow. Pitocin was administered and nothing really changed. They eventually broke my water which was a very scary moment for me because I knew then there was no going back... He was coming today the normal way or otherwise. I swear I will never mess with nature again unless I have a medical condition that requires it. After almost 10 hours of laboring and my epidural began wearing off. I started to feel my toes again and the contractions as well. They gave me a bolus of medication in my back, but it wasn't as effective as the initial epidural. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise because after all that time, his head finally became engaged in the birthcanal. Phew!!! I told them it was time! However, I could feel it still. I kept saying "I can feel it! Am I supposed to feel it?" in a very panicked voice. Although pushing him out was a bit painful, I'm sure it was nothing compared to a totally natural birth. I was so exhausted from a day of no rest. Bless their hearts but all my visitors seemed to come in and out the whole day, so I never got to really rest in peace and quiet. Next time I will request to not be disturbed at least for a few hours. I instantly related to all the women in the movies when they say "I can't do it, I'm too tired..." I had to muster every bit of energy from my tips of my toes to pu--ush! He was out in 11 minutes. Thank you Lord in Heaven for blessing me with this little man!
From the moment Aiden arrived I could tell he was going to be so sweet. I've heard that the first moments after birth are sort of telling about a baby's personality. I'm starting to wonder if it's true? He cried for a few minutes as is customary, then he was oh so quiet and looking around with the sweetest blue eyes. I just marveled at his little face and the way he clung to Desi's finger so tightly. I know he will have (and has had => ) his pulling-out-hair moments, just like they all do. But boy do I love this little man.
Thanks, Leah, for the beautiful pictures. I'll treasure them always.