My last doctor's appointment was on October 2nd, the stress test was fine and the ultrasound estimated him to be 9 pounds (but they assured me that babies are always smaller than the estimate); despite my arguments
I was scheduled to be induced on Sunday, October 7th. We got to the
hospital at 6:30 am and by 8:00 I was on a pitocin drip and waiting for
our baby to arrive. By 1:00 pm I was still pain free and not
progressing so my doctor broke my water. I was hoping to go natural,
but I started having contractions every 2 minutes that lasted 1 1/2
minutes each and I wasn't dilating so I got the epidural. I still
progressed slowly but by about 9:00 pm I was ready to push. At 10:00
the nurse said he wasn't going to make it out on his own and we were
going to have to use forceps. The doctor came in at about 10:30, they
had to have nurses from the NICU ready since they were using forceps.
He came pretty quickly and they immediately took him to be checked, I
had a 4th degree tear so I had to have stitches and it took about 1 hour
so I had to wait to hold him. Across they room they said he was 9
pounds, 9.3 ounces and 22 inches long! I had NO idea he was going to be
that big. Bryon got to hold him while they finished stitching me up
and then we got some time in the recovery room as a family.
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