To help us remember the April 2 events leading up to the arrival of our sweet Logan, I figured it would be good to jot everything down. This is a little long, so bear with me! Here is a recap of Logan's big day:
Ever since we learned that Logan's due date was April 3, I was a little nervous about the proximity to April Fool's Day. However, by the time we had dinner at the Creve Coeur Lake House restaurant on Friday, April 1, I was pretty sure that we were in the "safe zone" of not having an April Fool's Day baby! (that was the best part of the meal....the food left much to be desired! haha) We had a scheduled induction for 4:30pm on Sunday, April 3 -- however, it turns out that Logan had plans of his own! After eating, we came back to the house and watched a movie and then turned in.
At about 4:30am on Saturday, April 2 I woke up -- but I had trouble falling back asleep as my stomach wasn't feeling comfortable. At about 5:30, SB suggested we start timing the discomfort, and sure enough - the pain was happening at regular 3-4 minute intervals, for about a minute each. Turns out they were contractions! We kept timing the contractions (sidenote: if you are expecting, get a contraction app if you have a smart phone -- it helped us to keep track of how long they lasted, and the intervals between each), and then started to think about heading to the hospital. Our bags were already packed, but we added a few last-second items, and SB put them in his vehicle. At about 6:15 we decided to take the dogs to the kennel, and potentially head to the hospital. When we were all in the car SB asked if he had 30 seconds to grab something else, but by that time I was starting to really feel the contractions. Turns out he wanted to grab some running gear so that he could log a few miles while we were at the hospital! No joke :) We headed to the kennel
sans running gear, dropped the dogs off, and then called the doctor's after hours number to alert them that I was having regular contractions and we were going to head in to the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital at around 7:30am and a nurse (who happens to work in our doc's office during the work week) got us ready and hooked up to a few machines to monitor contractions and see if I would be admitted. The contractions quickly picked up in intensity, and my doc gave her the ok to admit us (much to SB's surprise as he thought I was jumping the gun a bit!). From 7:30am to about 10:30am, I labored through contractions -- not really using any of the "techniques" we learned in the birthing class, but just gripping on to the bed and hoping for an epidural! Let me just say that before April 2, I was open-minded about whether or not I would use the meds. Once I felt the contractions though, I knew that an epidural would be very much welcomed!! For me
, it was the greatest thing. I felt no pain, and the contractions continued. Scott and I watched a movie (
The Sandlot), he grabbed breakfast and lunch in the hospital cafeteria, we talked to a few friends and family members to let them know how things were going, and we napped a bit in preparation for our arrival! At some point in the early afternoon a different doctor came in to break my water. At about 4:20pm, our nurse Dawn (who was assisted by a nursing student, Christine) helped me start to push. My doctor (who, thankfully, was on-call that weekend), and a pediatrician and several additional nurses arrived at about 5:10pm, and by 5:20pm we were holding Logan! The pushing part was a breeze, more or less, thanks to the epidural! The delivery was such an emotional experience. It was amazing that all of a sudden we had brought a beautiful, healthy baby boy into this world. He was perfect. Scott and I felt such joy, pride, and love -- it was awesome. I couldn't stop smiling. When I was preggers, I would cry every time I watched TLC's
Baby Story, but I didn't shed a single tear when Logan arrived -- I was just filled with such intense happiness and pride.
We stayed in the delivery room for a little while, and then they transported all 3 of us to our recovery room. At some point I ordered dinner from the hospital cafeteria, SB headed out to get dinner at Chick-Fil-A (along with a tasty milkshake for us to share), and then we settled in and watched a little of the UCONN vs. Kentucky Final 4 game. Unfortunately for SB, Kentucky lost -- but both of us were pretty transfixed on our little guy to care too much about the game. We kept him in the room with us till about midnight, and then decided to take advantage of the nursery to allow us to get some sleep (well, as much sleep as SB could get on the uncomfortable pull-out bed!).
Over the course of Sunday and Monday morning we changed diapers, cuddled our little guy, took lots of pictures, called family and friends, and I tried to learn how to nurse. That was probably the most frustrating/difficult part of the experience - but thanks to the night nurse Kathy, he finally caught on Sunday night. She was the greatest. We skyped with my family, and with friends on Sunday night. It was really neat to be able to communicate with our friends and family and actually see them! We met our pediatrician on Monday morning - and she said that Logan was healthy as could be. He had a hearing test and a few vaccines, but otherwise he was just with us. We felt pretty confident as we left the hospital on Monday at about Noon for home. All 3 of us.
After experiencing pregnancy, labor and delivery, and then the recovery period, I would say that the most difficult part for me was the recovery. Your hormones and emotions are all out of whack, there's a huge new addition to your life and you have all sorts of questions about how you're supposed to care for this new person. Plus your body is healing, and that can be pretty brutal. I say all that because I was expecting it to be a walk in the park after delivery! I thought that the tough part was done! BUT every body is different, and I have friends who say that the pregnancy was the hardest part, or the delivery. But every husband should know that they need to be extra sensitive with their wives following the birth of a baby! Thankfully, SB was forewarned by many women in our lives, and he was wonderful.