Matt and I left the house at 4:15 Friday morning, got to the hospital at 5:00. I had just enough time to walk by the nursery and give one of the nurses the blankets I'd made for the other babies there before I got called back into my room. I got my gown on and got into bed, then it took three different nurses to get my IV in. The first nurse tried it in both my hands, it didn't take. The second nurse tried it in my right arm, it didn't take. The third and final nurse, Dorthy, came in and got it in first try. I like Dorthy! (LOL). I got a good anestesioligist this time that listened to me, I didn't have nearly as many problems. He got my spinal tap in with little trouble and only took him a few minutes. It hurt as usual but it was so quick I didn't mind. Just like both times before it took my spinal medication a bit longer than usual to get to working. They had me on the table and prepped long before I was ready to be cut. Doc Splane was sitting there pretty much staring at the wallpaper for a good three minutes, waiting for me to be ready before he could start my c-section. He kept testing me those three minutes, wasn't ready. About five minutes later than usual, he got started, I didn't feel a thing. And as normal for me, I was feeling sick while on the table, got something in my IV to calm my stomach and the rest was a breeze. Adan David Bradshaw came out screaming at the top of his lungs at 7:30am, Friday, March the 19th, weighing in at 8lbs 11oz, he was the biggest baby in the whole hospital the whole time we were there. The next to the largest baby was only eight pounds. Adan has got jet black hair and deep dark blue eyes. By far this was my easiest c-section to go though. But afterwards, while in my recovery room, the worst to recover from. The second they got Adan out I started with some very severe cramping and uterus contractions. They were awful. They kept asking me on a scale to 1-10 how bad the pain was from it, I kept having to tell them, "A good solid 9," for the first two days. Each time the nurse had to rub my stomach to get my uterus to shrink, we weren't on good terms, lol. I made the nurse cry I was in enough pain from it. The poor nurse kept chanting, "Sorry, sorry, sorry," to me like it was some montra, she felt horrible for having to do it and I can't say I liked it much either. My stomach felt like a lead brick for days. It's just now starting to soften up a hair. I had to do an absolute TON of walking while in the hospital. Once the uterine cramps were gone, gas set in. I'm still having to walk often to keep it moving out of my system and keep the pain down. They were having to give me moraphine shots regularly in my IV for the pain on top of my pain killers. That made me itch to high heaven so I had to take benadryl to calm the itching so I could nap.
I started giving Adan a bottle pretty much the second he arrived. They gave me my pump to use in my room and I still haven't gotten anything out but for a few drops of colostrum now and then. We try nursing every once and awhile, but like his brother, he's no patience for it unless there's something there to eat. He's a very good eater. From day one he drank one ounce. By day two he was taking a full two ounce bottle. He's only lost a few ounces. Now that we have him home his weight is still good at 8lbs and 5oz. His billy rubens are wonderful, no sign what so ever of jaundace. He had his circumcision done this morning and is healing well from it though sleeping a lot today. Over all he's a very good baby and rarely cries unless there's something wrong. When he first wakes up he squeaks softly as if to say, "Anyone there? I'm hungry, hello!" He'll do that a few minutes and if you don't get him by the time he's worried he'll start screaming. Other than that he's quiet. He still gets the hiccups a lot.
The staff was wonderful and much appreciated. Most the time they kept me in good spirits and laughing. Even while on the table in the ER they were making jokes about "Auntie M," and her nurse "Dorthy." I'm feeling good for the most part. My medications make me very loopy headed, most the time I don't know if it's day or night or if I'm coming or going, but I can tolerate that if the pain is controlled. Adam absolutely is wonderful with his new baby brother, seems to just love him. His little face lights up each time we let him hold the baby and he's being surprisingly very gentle. He wants to be in the middle of it all. He tries to help feed Adan, is constantly reaching out to touch Adan's hands or toes and is very sweet about kissing his little brother's head or cheek.
No signs of PPD yet. I credit that to my wonderful husband who's been taking excellent care of us and letting me get as much rest as I need.
I'm pleased to announce that Jackson Drew arrived on Tuesday March 16th at 5:25am! He weighed 7lbs 6oz and was 21in long. From start to finish, my labor was only 7 hours! Such a drastic difference from my birth experience with Carson.
I couldn't be happier with how the whole thing went. On Monday I spent my last day as a mother of one getting things done before the baby got here. I went and got Carson his hair cut, and even was able to make 2 dinners to freeze with the help from my mom. Monday night, we put Carson to bed, and went downstairs to watch some TV. It had been a pretty long day for me with lots of walking, so I was pretty exhausted. I wound up falling asleep on the couch while Drew tinkered around on the computer.
I woke up at 10:30, and my pants were wet. Uh-oh. I thought that I might have peed my pants, but my mind immediately thought that my water might have broke. I said to Drew, "I think my water might have broke." I think he started to freak a bit. I got up and went to the bathroom. I did have to pee, so I still wasn’t sure that it really broke or if I peed my pants. That was until I wiped. Then I knew. At that point I started shaking and getting really nervous and scared.
Most of my stuff was packed in my hospital bag, so I didn’t have much to do in terms of getting ready to leave for the hospital. I first called Drew’s sister to have her come over and sit at the house until someone arrived to stay the night with Carson. Unfortunately, her boyfriend was working, and she would have had to wake up Emma to come over. So instead, we just called my mom and had her come over to the house. From the time my water broke to the time we left, it was a little over an hour. Not bad.
We got to the hospital at midnight. By the time we got checked in, I wasn’t checked until about 12:30. Two hours down! At that point, I was dilated to 2cm and I was about 70% effaced. Baby was at -2 station, so he hadn’t moved down yet. They left us alone after that for quite some time. The contractions started to get painful after a little while. By around 4am, they were getting a little intense. I decided that it was time to call the nurse and let them know I was about ready for that epidural.
They started wheeling the stuff in for the epidural, and I asked to be checked beforehand. I didn’t want to still be at 2cm, get the epidural and stall my labor. So one of the nurses came in, and checked me. She was a little newer and she said she thought I was about a 3. She had a different nurse (Joni – who was wonderful!) come in and check me, and she said I was at 4cm, 0 station, and about 90% effaced. Yay for progress!! So I discussed getting the epidural with her. I was still a little worried about getting it this soon. Joni said that they normally recommend a second time mom getting an epidural around 3 or 4, because labor tends to go quite fast after that point. So we started the process.
It took a good hour to get the doctor up to give the epidural, and go through all the procedure. The doctor was teaching a nurse to give the epidural, which made me a little nervous at the time. I didn’t necessarily want to be a guinea pig with something like this. I tried not to listen to anything that he was saying, which was kind of easy, because he was a bit of a “low talker.” I was starting to have some pretty painful contractions during this point. I remember I had to tell them to wait at one point, because I wasn’t sure I could hold still long enough for them to do what they needed to do. Drew was able to stay in the room this time, and the nurses just kept asking him if he was okay LOL! I think he stood with his face in the corner most of the time they were in there. So they got the epidural in, and gave me the test dose. All went well. They left for a bit then came back to give me the full dose. That was very nice! I started getting relief immediately.
At this point, Jackson’s heart rate started to drop a bit. The nurses had me turn over to one side for a little while. Then the other side. They finally left me in this position for a while. I think at one point, Jackson’s heart rate got down to about 95 or so. Needless to say, I was a little worried myself. The nurses told me that he was fine, and it was completely normal for the heart rate to drop like that at this point, and that they would let me know if they were worried. His heart rate pretty much stayed around 130 after that point.
After the epidural had plenty of time to take effect, a nurse came in to give me my catheter. She put the iodine on me, and I got a little worried again. I could feel what she was doing. I let her know that, and she assured me that sometimes you could feel what was going on, but not feel any pain. She was right. She had a bit of trouble giving me the catheter, so she called Joni in. They were able to put it in, and I felt no pain. Whew!
So all in all it took about 2 hours to get the epidural. It was time to be checked again. Joni checked me and said I was at 5cm, and progressing nicely. One of the nurses said that I was going to deliver before 6am. Of course, I didn’t believe her. My last labor was too long. There was no way I was going to deliver that soon! So everyone left, and it was time to kick back and relax. Drew started to fall asleep in the chair, and I had my eyes closed while I was laying on my side in bed. The epidural was working great, and I could still move my toes. That doctor was a great teacher!
About 15 minutes after everyone left, I suddenly felt a ton of pressure and felt some more fluid leak out. It hadn’t been that long, but I felt like I needed to call the nurses in to check me again. I felt a little like I was going to bug them by doing that, but really felt I needed to. So Joni came in, checked me and said I was 10cm and ready to push! Yikes! 15 minutes before that I was only at 5!!
They called my doctor and had him come on down to the hospital. They told me not to push until he got there. There wasn’t much I could do, because with every contraction, I felt Jackson move further and further down. I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t do anything before the doctor got there. He was actually pretty fast getting to the hospital. Once he got there, they got me all prepared to push. I gave a few test pushes, and was doing a great job. The doctor got all suited up, and asked Drew if he wanted to deliver the baby. I could tell that he didn’t really want to do it, so I told him that he would definitely want to cut the cord. Drew stood at the foot of the bed this time while I pushed. They told me to just push when I felt pressure. I told the doctor that I didn’t want an episiotomy, so he told me that when the baby started to crown, not to push, and he would take care of it. So, when that point came, the doctor worked Jackson’s head out himself, and told Drew to come on over and put the baby up on my chest. When the head came all the way out, Drew stepped aside and told the doctor to do it himself. I guess the cord was wrapped around his neck, and the doctor had to cut the cord himself. He put Jackson on my chest, and he wasn’t really making much noise at all. He may have made one or two grunts, but he didn’t cry at all. He was actually pretty blue. They suctioned and wiped him off a bit, but Joni took him over to the warmer to stimulate him. He pretty much immediately started crying at that point, and the doctor tended to me.
I didn’t need any stitches at all, so the doctor didn’t stay long. The nurses took care of the rest. Once the doctor left, one of the nurses was getting a bit worried about me. I guess I started bleeding quite a bit and it didn’t want to stop. Joni came over and started massaging my belly, and told another nurse to get the doctor’s approval for some medicine for me. By the time the other nurse got back, Joni got everything under control, and I didn’t need anything for the bleeding. Phew!
Finally, I was able to hold Jackson! It felt so good to see that little guy for the first time! I nursed him, and he did a great job! Everyone left, and we were able to have some nice alone time. All in all, labor was 7 hours long. I really only felt like I labored for about 2 hours because it all went so fast. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience this time around.
My recovery has been miles better than it was with Carson. I wasn’t nearly as swollen, and I didn’t have as much pain afterwards. I’m almost a week out now, and feel pretty much back to normal. The epidural wore of very quickly, and I was able to get a shower in about 2 hours after Jackson was born. I wasn’t nearly as tired and exhausted as I was after Carson was born. I just felt so good for just having a baby. And to think I was so scared….
Date of birth: 03/06/2010
first and middle name: Ryan Jameson
baby born at how many weeks and days - what the EDD was 38 weeks 1 day. EDD 03/19
time, weight, length: 6:35pm 6lbs 2.2oz, 19.2"
your screen name and name: cheryl929, cheryl
Well, it took me 2 1/2 weeks, but I finally got all the details pieced together! Sorry for the length of this, but there's a lot of information here!
My 39 week appointment with the OB was at 2:30. She asked if I had any contractions, and I told her I had some, but nothing really measurable. They had been stronger than before but not coming with any consistency. She said that she was going to check my cervix, but not many people change much between weeks 38 and 39. I had been 1-2cm and 50% effaced at 38 weeks.
She did my exam and as she was checking, she gave me kind of a funny look and asked again if I had any contractions. I told her that the contractions I was having was nothing significant. She said she was surprised because based on her exam, I should be in labor. I was at 3cm and 75% effaced. She told us that if she had to guess, I was going to go into labor that night. MAYBE the next day, but she’d bet that night.
After leaving the doctor’s office, we called our parents and our doula to tell them not to make any plans for the evening. We got home and had some dinner, then Derrick had to stop in at work. He was scheduled to work the next day and wanted to get someone to cover his shift. While he was gone, I started having some contractions (around 5:00). I started timing them and they were about 10-12 minutes apart. After that continued for about an hour, I had my mom come down and hang out with me. We went into the nursery and I sat in the glider while she and my nephew played on the floor. I wasn’t timing the contractions, but I would guess they were about 5-6 minutes apart. Derrick got home shortly after I moved into the nursery. We went back into the living room because the contractions were getting stronger and more frequent, and started timing them again. They were about 3 minutes apart! I went up to go to the bathroom and thought that maybe my water had broke because I felt an extra little trickle. Derrick called the doctor to ask her. She said because I hadn’t continued to leak, it’s highly unlikely my water had broken. Derrick also told her my contractions had been about 3 minutes apart for the last half hour. This was a little after 7:00pm.
After another half an hour, we paged the doula. She called us around 8:00 and said she’d be on her way. She arrived around 8:30 (I think?). I was doing a good job changing positions and breathing through the contractions. She helped me remember to drink water and eat some snacks. She helped me change positions. Mostly, she was observing my patterns and how I was handling the contractions. At 10:05, she said it was time to go to the hospital. The contractions were getting very uncomfortable and definitely closer together. The car ride to the hospital was one of the most painful things I’ve ever had to go through in my life! Derrick was going about 80 on the freeway, with the doula and my parents trailing behind us.
We got to the hospital at 10:30. I know I signed forms, and there was a nurse at the counter but I honestly don’t really remember much of what happened from here on out. They got us into a room. Unfortunately, it wasn’t an actual birthing room. They were so busy that all the birthing rooms were occupied. So they converted a recovery room into a birthing room. All I remember is for about 15 minutes there was a lot of shuffling, bringing in equipment, bodies moving around. I was just getting through each contraction, completely ignoring everything around me.
When everything was finally settled, a nurse came to check me. She put on the blood pressure cuff, told me what they were going to do, told me I had to stay in the bed while they administered the antibiotics but after that, I could move about freely. I could also stay in my clothes if I wanted, and could eat and drink. I chose to stay in my clothes for most of the labor, and we brought water and snacks for me. The nurse examined me and I was at 7cm, 100% effaced, and baby was at -1 station. YAY!!! Antibiotics were administered at 11:05, and once those were started my parents, MIL/FIL were allowed into the room.
At 11:30, the antibiotics were done and my doctor came in to check me. I was at 8-9cm and the bag of waters were in tact. The doctor asked me if I wanted her to break the bag and I told her no. After she left, I moved into a more comfortable position (laboring on my back was EXCRUTIATING!!!).
Sidebar: It’s funny, I studied up on all the birthing positions and what is best for certain stages of labor… I only ended up using four positions. At home, I was kneeling on the floor leaning on the birthing ball, and sitting on the birthing ball with my hands on my knees. At the hospital, I sat on the birthing ball leaned on the foot of the bed, and kneeling on the bed leaning on the inclined back of the bed. My doula kept suggesting positions and I would be there in between contractions, but my body went right back to one of the four positions once the contraction started.
At 12:25, the doctor checked me again and my cervix was the same. Again, she asked if I wanted her to break my bag of waters. I thought about it for a second, and told her no. I honestly considered having her do it but I figured I was so close, it had to beak soon.
At 1:00am, my doula had me go to the bathroom. My husband came in with me. Before this, I had the slight urge to push and did little pushes during contractions. But in the bathroom, I had the HUGE urge to push, so I did. While I was in there, I also changed into the hospital gown. When I came out, I told my doula that I was really feeling the urge to push. She called in one of the nurses and told her.
At 1:32, I had a really strong contraction and a huge push. My water broke on that contraction. During the contraction after that, I yelled “She’s right there!” I swear this baby was going to come out right that second and I was paranoid that there wasn’t a doctor there. The doctor came in shortly after. I asked to push in the position I was in (kneeling on the bed and leaning against the back). The doctor said I would tear more in that position, and I needed to lay on my back. I told her I would lay on my side and she agreed to that. I don’t think I could’ve pushed on my back. The few times they made me lay that way was so painful.
At 1:40am, 8 minutes after my water broke, Shelby was born. She was 7lbs 14oz, and 20.5 in. One of the best things about her delivery was my FIL, who is deaf with a cochlear implant, could hear her cry. That was an amazing moment.
Me, DH and our doula (Becky)
The cord was too short to put her immediately on me, so they had Derrick cut the cord and gave her to me for skin-to-skin contact. The doctor sutured up the minor tear that I had, and the nurse told me that I could take as much time as I needed. They would do everything they needed to do after we had our initial bonding time. We did our first breastfeeding session (which went very well), and had some time with Derrick and I. The nurses came in about an hour later to asked if we were ready. I handed the baby over and the doula and I went into the bathroom to clean me up.
The doula left around 4am and Derrick and I finally had some time to sleep. I didn’t sleep much that day. I was discharged around 5PM that same day. I voluntarily left early with approval from the OB and pediatrician.
On March 8th I was expecting the call from the hospital to tell me that I was being induced. Instead, I was told that the team was denying me the induction but to come in and talk with the Doctor. I got there at 10am and I cried and cried and argued with her as to why I thought I should be induced. I was 38weeks exactly that day. The best she could offer was to strip my membranes and get my regular doctor to do it again that afternoon. So since it wasnt going to get any better than that, I agreed. She stripped them and home I went for a few hours before my scheduled prenatal appointment. At 2:15 I went to the appointment and again cried from the pain I was in and all the stress I was under. She stripped membranes as well and home I went. By 5pm I was having enough contractions that Ray and I decided to head up to the hospital to see what was up. I got all hooked up and they monitored me for the standard 20 minutes before telling me that I was only 1cm and 75% effaced. (I had been 3 cms earlier in the day) I was in early labor so go home. We opted to stay at Rays parents house with the kids just in case labor picked up during the night. Went to sleep around 11pm and woke frequently with painful contractions. I kept telling myself that since I was able to sleep through them, it wasnt time to go. Finally 6:30am I woke and nearly screamed from the pain, I walked as best I could to the living room and woke Ray up and told him that it really was time to go. So my poor hubby, with a cast on his right foot, drove us to the hospital. We got there and they wanted to hook me up again, I had a contraction and yelled at them to check me and call the anesthesiologist. They did, and I was 5cms with a bulging bag of waters. I was moved into the delivery suite and the epi lady was called. I seriously thought that I would miss my chance again because she was so slow getting there. An acquantaince of mine was in the next room in labor and was having a hell of a time with it. could keep hearing her screaming, swearing and crying. It was hard to listen to. Finally the epi lady got there and got all set up. She tried twice and couldnt get the stupid thing in! I was about ready to give up and tell her to go away when she said that she would try once more and if it did not take, she would have to give up. Well, it took! I finally got my epi after 3 deliveries without! And whoever invented that epidural deserves a medal! I was in heaven! I could feel everything just not the pain! Unfortunately my contractions slowed down after the epi and I needed to be put on another drug to get things going again. They set up the mirror for me and broke my water, I pushed for 24 minutes, very calmly I might add. It was all very mellow. I remember watching the delivery and at one point staring into the mirror and saying, This is F*&?%ed up! lol
I watched my daughter come into this world on March 9th at 10:47am with her cord around her neck and she was extremely blue. That was the scariest thing in the world. They got the cord off, and roughed her up a bit to get her crying and moving. It was horrible to see your baby crying and wanting to stop it, but needing her to cry to know she is alive. My heart broke. BUT...she ended up scoring 9 on her apgars. When they finally weighed her she was 6lbs 15.5 ozs. I had only wanted Ray and I in the room but my birth mother was working on the next floor and got transferred to obs to be there that day. I was a little put off since she seemed very pushy and very adament about being there but as soon as Emma was born, she took off. PLUS I had asked very clearly that everyone just stay away for the first day and give us some bonding time. My birth mom ignored that request and told my sister to come up anyways!! I wasnt thinking or else I would have told the nurse not to let anyone in. So the room ended up filled with family by the end of the day, I guess it wasnt too bad. The following day I got in for my tubal and the same epi lady offered me the choice of a spinal or general. I chose general and then her and the nurse decided to do a spinal. UGH! So whatever, I went along with it until they started the cut then I started panicking, so they ended up knocking me out anyways.
Emma is such a great little girl, she is very tiny and is just starting to grow into newborn clothes. I am so glad I got a bunch of premmie clothes from a lady in town! Oh and she is super red so her oldest brother Jaylon has nicknamed her Lil Radish. Pics to come this week
Forgot to add that at her 2 week checkup, the doctor noticed that she has a hernia on her bellybutton and that little dimple right above her buttcrack goes almost back to her spine so she has to see a doctor for her one month and if it isnt getting any better she will need an ultrasound to see whats going on there.
Saturday evening (March 20th) I was having on and off contractions. That was nothing new, so I brushed it all off. As the night went on I noticed the pain in my back getting increasingly more unbearable and I noticed these contractions had a different feel to them. We tried to go to bed but I got no sleep. All night long they just got worse and worse and worse to the point where I was moaning and grabbing and gripping the railing on the bed just to get through them. I forget when, but at some point I decided this was definitely labor. Around 6 o'clock I figured I had waited it out enough. I told Mike we needed to go now. I called the doctor, came to my mom's and finished packing my bag, and we were on our way to the hospital.
We got there sometime between 8 and 8:30. I got hooked up to the monitors and triaged. At this point my contractions were steady every 3-5 and Mike's mom and my mom noticed his heart rate doing weird things during my contractions. We got moved from triage to a room very quickly because there was hardly anyone there. That's when it just all went downhill. The doctor came in and said since I had been in labor all night basically and my cervix hadn't changed much, and he had some minor heart decels, she wanted to speed things up (break my water, pitocin, etc.). I told her I needed a minute. I felt completely overwhelmed for some reason and I don't think I had completely come to grips with the fact that I was actually in labor and about to give birth. It seems like as soon as I asked for a minute to wrap my mind around what was going on, sh*t hit the fan and things went crazy.
I don't remember what was said or what happend but the next thing I know I had two nurses on my left, two on my right, and two at the bottom of the bed, and the doctor all crowding around me. Moving me from side to side. Next thing I know a catheter is being pushed up inside me (unsuccessfully I might add- it took two tries) while I'm on all fours and another nurse is wrist deep in me trying to move his head. One nurse is giving me oxygen and another is giving me a shot to stop my contractions. Another nurse is holding me and trying to calm me down as I'm crying and asking what are they doing and what's happening. (My mom and I were talking about how crazy and horrible the whole situation was. She started crying and told me about how one of the nurses just looked her dead in the eye in the middle of all the chaos and shook her head as if to say "This is NOT good.") The next thing I remember I'm in the operating room. My contractions had stopped allowing his heartrate to stablize. And I thank God up and down and up and down over and over they were able to stablize him because the anesthesiologist made us wait for what seemed like forever. The nurses and OB were PISSED. The anesthesiologist came in and tried the spinal twice without any success. Next I know they tell me that I'm open and I asked where the hell Michael was. Then he walks in and I feel SO much better.
Michael Bentley arrived at 10:49 am on March 21st. 7lbs 5oz and 19 1/2 inches long. Apgars 9 and 9. I didn't hear him cry at first, which I was waiting for. The first thing I heard was a squeek. I love his little squeeks. He's just perfect and worth it all. We had some issue with his blood sugar levels and they were considering putting him in the NICU for 24 hours. But I had an awesome nurse that worked with us all night long, feeding after feeding and testing after tesing to get his sugars up.
Thursday, March 18 I had my last dr.'s appt. and my last NST. We got up early to go do the NST before my appt. because my dh had to work that afternoon. He made me pack bags for everyone and we had what we thought was a rehearsal for Monday when I was having my c-section. We only forgot a couple of things too! We dropped the boys off at my in-law's and went to the hospital. The nurses got me hooked up to the monitors and it seemed Hudson was sleeping again. I poked around on him and when he moved, we noticed that his heartbeat would go from 140 to 150 or 160, and then all the way down to 90. Craig and I had been through enough of these to know that wasn't normal. We were pretty worried. We were there for awhile and I had Craig call the dr. and tell them we were going to be late to our appt. Turns out, our appt. was scheduled for a different branch of his office, so there was going to be no way to get to it anyways. After another 30 minutes or so, the nurse called my dr. He said to go have a good lunch and then come back and see if that helped, and to go to his office when he got there and they would fit me it. We went to Wal-Mart to finish up our Easter shopping and then went to eat lunch. We got back to the hospital and Hudson was still not responding well. This time, my dr. came over to the hospital to see me. After checking everything out, he decided to admit me for 24 hours for observation to see if things would get better. I was so glad Craig had made us pack our bags!! They took me to a room and tried to get my IV going. The first nurse tried once in each hand, the second tried once in each wrist, and then they called the anesthesieologist. He gave me the option of inside my elbow or my thumb. He got it in my arm no problem!! I stayed on the monitors the rest of the afternoon evening and things were not improving for Husdon and I was starting to have contractions. Craig and I had both decided we did not want to wait for a c-section for Monday, no matter what. I didn't want to have to go through getting an IV again, either!! My dr. came that evening and he said we could wait and see how things go and possibly do a c-section Friday afternoon. I told him I didn't need to wait and see, I was ready. We scheduled the surgery for 7 am on Friday. (I was so glad my dr. was on call all weekend, so I wouldn't have another dr. checking on me!) Craig and I neither one got much sleep that night. They had given me 2 ambien about midnight and they just made me groggy for the next 8 hours. I was pretty nervous about having another c-section and worrying about Hudson being okay. The surgery went fine, the hardest part was as the wheeled me down to the OR I started shaking and shivering and couldn't control it. I don't know if I was really that cold, or if I was nervous about the spinal. No problems with the spinal or anything, and soon Hudson was here and fine. He had his cord wrapped around his neck 3 times and once around his shoulder/ torso. No wonder he was having trouble, he was all tied up! His apgars were 7 and 9. After my dr. was done fixing me up he went to check on Hudson, and came back to tell us he was 9 lbs. 4 oz.! The nurses got me ready for recovery and wheeled me out. I hung out in recovery for about an hour while Hudson was in the nursery getting all his stuff done. Then they took both of us back to our room and I finally got to hold him!! And soon after, his older brothers got to meet him for the first time. They were much more excited about the presents Hudson had brought them. A couple hours later I started throwing up. That so was not fun. I don't react to Morphine well. I had trouble keeping anything down until later that evening. It was hard because everytime I held Hudson, it seemed I got sick. And the Zofran they kept giving me just wasn't helping. At midnight they took out the catheter and I was able to get out of bed, which was great! This c-section was so much easier than the last one. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the first, and most of the time I forgot to ask for pain meds. The next day we had a crazy snowstorm, so it was very quiet in the hospital and it seemed like Craig, Hudson and I were in our own little cocoon since no one could come visit. We were one of 2 patients on the floor, so it was almost eerie at times, the silence. On Sunday, both Hudson and I were released to go home. I am so in love, and now dh and I are considering a 4th. We love babies!!