41 Weeks

I had marked off most of the to do list between work, laundry, pedicure(s), manicure, massage, hair appointment...date nights...Father's Day presents! And this boy just did not want to come and I was determined to not be induced. I just knew he would decide to come on his own accord. At 40 weeks they did an ultrasound and he looked great so we decided to wait to set an induction date. I was a bit worried after she estimated his weight was 8lbs & 1oz plus or minus 7 ounces. I could be delivering a 9 pounder!!

On June 14th we headed in for our 41 week appointment, he looked great on the stress test and we were just over 3 centimeters. The midwives again believed he would come on his own but we set an induction date as a backup plan. Christy did a bit of magic and I just knew we wouldn't make it through the weekend.

We left the doctor's office and headed straight to finish up Matt's Father's Day to see Man of Steel. The movie was great but as you could imagine my mind was wondering all over the place and the fight seen would never end! I was suddenly exhausted so home to the couch I went. We ordered Chinese (big mistake!!) and I decided I would lay down with Gavin for some snuggles. All I could think is these could be my last for awhile and boy was I right! Gavin was anxious and could not settle down...we read books and the contractions started...I sang to him and rubbed his back and the contractions kept coming. I finally just gave up and told him I need to go see Daddy. Daddy had just fallen asleep on the couch when I told him it would be a good idea to get up and back his bag!

We waited around for an hour or so and the contractions were 3 minutes apart consistently and scaring my non-labor & delivery loving RN of a sister. So call to the midwife and off we went....

We made it to the hospital by midnight and this time I did not let Matt run the red lights :) so no crazy police stories! The contractions were staying consistent and increasing in strength, while the crazy nurse had the audacity to tell me that they were probably sending me home because I was still at 3.5 cm. When she left the room I told Matt over my dead body were we leaving the hospital....all the signs were there that this boy had finally decided to make his grand entrance.

Sure enough she came in and said we were staying since I was at 41 weeks....and they started moving to get us into a room and the epidural business started. I labored through the night listening to Matt snore :) and at 41 weeks 5 hours and 51 minutes we welcomed baby brother at 8 lbs and 1 oz and 20 inches long.