Baby Patrick made his grand entrance at 38+2 last night. I woke up in labor at 5am and counted contractions 7 minutes apart for an hour when I woke DH up. Hospital told me to come in. Thank goodness I did because I was shortly after diagnosed with preeclampsia.
Although I had not made progress at my appt Monday, I was already 4cm when we got to the hospital at 7:30. About 2.5-3 hours later when I finally got a bed, they said I'd be get magnesium and stuck in bed anyway, and I could get an attending to do my epi right then, so I got it. Turns out I was already 6cm by that point. That's how far I wanted to make it without the epi so I was pretty proud.
By around 2 hours later, I was at 8. It didn't take long to get to 9.5 and only a few minutes with the peanut ball to get to 10. I was moving fast.
Or thought I was. He was sunny side up. I pushed for an hour. Made some progress but they wanted me to labor through contractions WITHOUT pushing for over an hour and a half. Oof. That was hard. At around 5, I started pushing again. 2 hours later (sweet Jesus), our beautiful boy was born at 6:59pm.
I don't know why I wrote all of this out, but I love him and he snores like his father. Thankfully, he was much smaller than they guessed (6 lb 11 oz) because I may have just died trying to push out a 9 pounder.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny