Hi everybody!!!

It;s been a while since I last updated his blog.  I think the last blog entry was at 39 weeks or so.  Well, much has happened since then.  So go ahead, pull up a chair, get comfortable and reminisce with me....

It all seemed like it was yesterday that I was 39 weeks waiting for the crown prince to make his arrival.  39 weeks...still no baby.
40 weeks..still no baby. I was sure that he would arrive on March 22, 2012 (my wedding anniversary).  Well, I was wrong.  At this point I was having weekly OB/GYN visits and she started talking induction. OH NO!!! I was not feeling that at all.  I told my OB that I wanted to wait until 42 weeks, but I was sure my baby would be here before then.
41 weeks..still no baby.  I had a whole long birthplan, and I was prepared to take charge of my birthing experience.  There was just one problem...I was not going into labor.  That's right up until 41 weeks I still had NO signs of an impending labor.  At this point I went back to the doctor and she scheduled me for an induction for 42 weeks to the day.  BOOO!
41 weeks and 6 days...still no baby.  Alright, I caved and went in for the start of the induction process on Friday, March 30, 2012 at 5:30 pm. 

12:25 am 3/31/12
I was told that before the induction I needed to have another BST and BPP. I did and verything looked good so we proceeded with the Cervidil. I was hoping cervidil alone would send me into labor. It sorta happened that way. I dilated to about 3-4 cm and became 80% effaced after 2 hours and the cervidil was removed. I was laboring on my own-kind of. I had no pain meds at this point because I wanted an unmedicated birth.

6:25 am 3/31/12
Well after 4 more hours of very strong contractions, and knowing that the pit was coming next I opted for the epidural. I found that I couldn't handle contractions induced by meds. However, I had to wait another hour because they wanted to start me on an IV drip. While I waited for that hour to pass the contractions became stronger and loooonger. I finally got the epi and suddenly I felt better. That is until the pit was started. As it turns out, either the epi didn't work or I didn't get the correct dosage because I felt intense pressure and lots of pain still (just not to the extent of what I felt w/out the meds). When I  told the nurse she asked if I wanted an increase. I declined b/c I was afraid my baby would be to drowsy.

8:00 am 3/31/12
Anyway, we started the pit and after about the first hour I went from 4 cm. Then my water broke spontaneously!!! Yeah!! After an hour more I was at 6-7 cm. Great!!! It was starting to look like God was going to grant me a vaginal birth. That's all I wanted at this point. Another hour to an hour and a half went by and the contractions were so intense that my body shook nonstop. I wish I could say that the epi caused me not to feel them. That would be a lie. I felt the INTENSE pressure and INCREDIBLE pain. I shutter to think what it would have been like without the epi at that point. I said to myself that I must have been in the transition phase. I called for the nurse to check me and sure enough I was. I was fully dilated and fully effaced. So she encouraged me to "labor down" for another hour in order to allow for as little pushing as possible.


11:00 am 3/31/12
I had "labored down" for an hour, and it was time to push. The only problem was that my OB was no where to be seen. So I had to wait another hour. Mind you my legs were in stirrups and I was as open as a whore-house on a Friday night. She finally arrived and so did the rest of the team. A former mid-wife acted as my doula, which was a blessing because I couldn't afford one. When the first couple of contractions hit, I pushed but was only able to make my baby crown. They gave me oxygen because they could tell I was getting tired.

12:37 pm 3/31/12
As soon as I inhaled the oxygen and they told me to push, I pushed so hard that little Jonathan came out in a big gush and I ripped from rooter to tooter...lol! No kidding about that. I ended up with a second degree tear and was stitched up in many places. My husband was trying not to freak out b/c I tore so much, but he couldn't stop looking at all the stitching I was getting.

Anyway, I will NEVER forget how amazing I felt after they placed my baby on my chest. I love him and it's as if i always have; like I've always known him. My husband cried (although I missed it); he NEVER cries. I know how much he loves that little boy. Funny thing is that I recall that I was in a lot of pain, but I don't remember the pain if that makes sense. It's like it was somehow blocked out of my mind when I was holding my baby. Maybe someone else can understand and articulate this better. I would do anything for him.

After he was all cleaned up, they gave him back to me and confirmed that meconium  (sp) was in the water but it was trace and my boy had been suctioned and was fine. I thanked Jesus because of all the crazy stuff people told me about going to 42 weeks. Let me just say that I am glad I followed my own convictions because my baby was only 7lbs and 15.6 oz at birth. I  am sure that two weeks ago he measured much smaller and he really wasn't ready to come out. He wasn't even dry and wrinkly. He definitely doesn't look like a post-due baby. I'm glad I prayed on it and waited even though it was hard to do.

All in all, I wouldn't change a thing. Baby and I are doing well. I am healing quite nicely. I was always able to do number 1. I did my first number 2 today(4/2/12). It hurt like hell, but now I am not as tight as I was. Also, I have a confession to make I did P90X for 2/3s of my pregnancy (I had been doing it for two years before getting pregnant), and I am sure that has helped me to recover so nicely. I hurt, but I am amazed at how much strength I have despite having second degree tears.

I know this post was long and rambly, but I enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it :)


Here are the long awaited pics.....

Jonathan Hera Wilson Nyasio

the first two weeks