So here is the story of Micah! I had my ob appointment on Tuesday the 23rd. Ryan was able to go with me due to scheduling it later in the day. I wanted him there so he could help me figure out what I wanted, induce or go natural. Well we decided to induce, it made sense, I was loosing weight, I was miserable, and we could plan ahead. So it was set for me to go to the hospital the following night.
After the appointment we went and picked up the much anticipated minivan! we have been waiting forever (ok, only 2 weeks but it still seemed like forever) to get my check and put the rest of the money down for the van.
Our mini-van; rocking out in style!
Once we got the van we went to pick up the girls from Gramie's house. Once there we found out that Sophie had gotten sick all over Gramie's living room. Awesome timing! I was hoping that she was teething and that the excess fluid was making her stomach upset. Well so much for wishful thinking. Ryan took the van home with the girls and I got the other car we left at the dealership. Before we even left the lot ryan is rolling the window down yelling, "go grab something, Soph's getting sick. Oh man, oh man, she is getting sick everywhere!!" When I looked I found my child covered, luckily most of it was on her and NOT the new van. The rest of the night Haylee and I stayed quarantined in my bedroom, while Ryan and Soph stayed up together. Luckily the next day there were no new incidence and no one else got sick.
So the plan was to drop me off at the hospital at 6pm, get me settled and then Ryan would stay home with the girls, arriving early the next morning when they start the Pitocin.
Last look of Micah in mama's belly!
We started getting settled in the hospital. They added the medicine that is suppose to get "things" started. The nurses kept saying, "this is your third? And dad, you're going home tonight? Do you have a contingency plan in case she goes tonight?" OK after the third nurse said this it made me a little nervous. I'll be at the hospital all by myself, sure Ryan is two minutes away, but we have to wait to have someone stay with the girls. Maybe I do want him to stay the night?
Ryan stays for a couple of hours, but with plans to still leave unless I say otherwise. The contractions are consistent but nothing too painful. I have plans to be given Ambien so I can sleep through the night, since I'm not expecting to go into active labor until I get the "Pit" the next morning. Right before Ryan heads out he tells me he has been watching my contractions on the monitor and finds they went from 6minutes to 3 within a course of a several minutes. Ok, now I really don't like the idea that he won't be spending the night. We agree that I will call him when/if it is getting close to delivery.
After he leaves I'm starting to get in some major pain. I have the nurse check me, I have only dilated 1cm within the last couple of hours. It's typical, I'm having massive contractions and it's doing nothing. Nurse says it's too soon for pain meds, but I can have my Ambien. Ok I'll take anything at this point, and I'm still thinking I'm not going to have this kid tonight. I send Ryan a text with this picture: "They are getting painful this sucks without drugs."
The white lines in the middle show my recent contractions. They are 3 minutes apart. The bottom white line shows all the contractions that I had been having. The higher the arch the more I want to kill people. Needless to say the arch is starting to get close to the max line and it has been that way for a while, I really want to kill people at this point; especially the nurse who won't give me any pain meds.
Have you ever been on Ambien? Well it's an experience in itself. I start feeling the effects within 30 minutes. After that point everything is a blur.... some I remember, but mostly it is Ryan reminding me of what really happened.
Case and Point: I sent Ryan a text message: "Where r u? It's epdi timrmo"
I'm guessing I'm trying to tell him to hurry up and get to the hospital because I'm getting my epidural.
I remember Ryan coming at 12:30am. I vaguely remember asking him to curl up on the bed next to me, which makes me think I must have been drugged, because I'm not a cuddler! :) I remember my water breaking and telling the staff that I either just wet the bed or my water broke. I don't think ryan was in the bed with me at the time, I think that is something he wold have told me by now! :) Then I remember Linda, my midwife, appearing. I told her I was excited she was there....duh, that's what she gets paid for!! Then I remember being told to start pushing. I guess I only pushed for 13 minutes. Micah apparently didn't want to come out once he got to his shoulders. His shoulder popped once she did manage to pull him out, which was a little scary, but he was fine. During the intervals of pushing I would fall asleep, and who said labor was hard?! I guess I was taking it easy! Finally the little guy made it into the world at 2:25am, on 2/25/10. He weighed 7lbs 10oz, and was 20.5 inches long. Big kid when you think that my girls were only 6 pounds!
Poor guy had a lot of bruising on his face, to the point he looked purple. I remember asking if he was breathing because he was so blue. He didn't cry that much, just enough to let us know that he wasn't excited to be in this new world!
See how purple his face was, poor thing! His hands and feet were also blue.
Guess that is from kicking and punching me all those months!
The color got better with time, though when you looked up close he
had bruises under his chin, above his eyes, and around his face. Supposedly it was due to all those lovely contractions prior to labor when he was hitting my pelvic bone.
Though the picture is blurry you can tell I'm a little out of it.
Why they let me hold the kid I don't know!
I'm disappointed that I don't remember more. I wish that the nurse would have given me pain meds instead of the Ambien, because she should have known that I was going to have that baby soon. I remember what I need to and that is Micah coming into the world and being healthy. That's all that matters!
Micah Lee
I thought these pictures were really cute and showed off his features.
We think he looks like haylee, which means he also looks like daddy!
Micah at 5 days!
He now weighs 7lbs 12oz. So he is above his birth weight. He is a great
sleeper so far. He doesn't seem to eat enough, but obviously he is growing so he is fine. He only cries when he is gassy, but I think we have remedied that with gas drops. Currently he is the best of the kids, but maybe that is because he doesn't talk back, sleeps a lot, and loves to snuggle!
Ryan has been home and that has helped a TON!! I take care of Micah and he gets the girls. I'm not sure how I'll handle it on my own. So far this has been the easiest transition that I have had out of my three pregnancies. I hope it remains that way. I'm tired, but not in too much pain. We all are excited to see who this little guy turns out to be!
Ok so Ryan really wanted birth announcements that was Notre Dame inspired, 
Aww, look at those cheeks!! I love kissin' on them
Aww, look at those cheeks!! I love kissin' on them
