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I woke up at 12:40 Mon. (Labor Day!) morning when my water broke. I labored at home until my contractions were between 2-4 mins apart. We got to the hospital at 5 am. When I got checked out and the baby was so posterior that the resident couldn't reach my cervix. Based on what she could feel she estimated I was only 2cm dilated, but since my water had broken I had to stay. Of course, once I got checked in and was put in a room my contractions stopped. The doctor and nurses agreed to let me be and try to get things started on my own and not to check me for dilation unless I asked. Nate and I walked the halls for hours. Whenever I walked I got contractions, but when I stopped they stopped. Finally, at 1 pm. I told Nate I would let them check me when they came in to do the fetal monitoring at 2 and if I wasn't any further dilated I'd get pitocin. Around 1:15 contractions picked up and at 1:50 I sent Nate out to find the nurse so I could get in the shower. 2 nurses came back (my nurse and one who had the longest fingers to find my cervix). They checked me and I was 8 cm. They went to call the doctor & get some towels. With the next contraction I leaned into Nathan, my legs buckled and I started pushing. Nathan couldn't reach the call button so he started yelling "HELP!" They came running back in and helped get me on the bed. They checked me again and I was 10 cm. One nurse went running to call the doc & get the resident since they didn't think the doctor would get there in time. (he had gone home). I was on my hands and knees and Nate ended up sitting on the top of the headboard holding my shoulders while I pushed. The counter pressure really helped. The doctor made it, (barely!) and after 30 mins of pushing Quinn arrived. Nathan cut the cord and was the one to tell me the baby was a boy. It was a miraculous experience.
On a funny note, while we were waiting for the doctor to come the resident came in, his eyes got big, and he was going "Ugh.....How do I deliver this?" The nurses kept telling him "You'll be fine. Just catch." Apparently, he had never delivered in any other position besides feet in stirrups. So glad I could be the one to educate him!
Quinn William was born at 2:40 p.m. on Labor Day (so appropriate!). He's a big boy at 9 lbs. 4 oz. and 21.5 inches long. But don't let his weight fool you, he doesn't' have any fat rolls. Nope, my boy is sturdy. Everything about him is big and long. He has a big, thick chest, long fingers and toes, big feet, etc.. He has blondish brown hair that has some curl to it. So cute!
Quinn a few mins after being born.
Nathan, Megan & Quinn
Grammy and Meg bought Quinn a welcome home cake.
Well, I'm officially 40 week pregnant. My due date was yesterday and this kid is still packed in here. I can't tell you how frustrated I'm feeling at still being pregnant. All I kept hearing is how 2nd babies come early. Megan was born on her due date which meant this one should have come by now, but nooooo newbie has his/her own time schedule, and is still in my belly. I just want this kid out already!!! I think it's worse that I was counting on it coming early. I've been 2cm dilated for over a month, the baby dropped almost 2 months ago, basically conditions are perfect for me to go into labor except that I haven't. Even my doctor is surprised newbie hasn't arrived yet. Last week, my doctor did an ultrasound and thinks the baby will be around 8lbs and will be longer than Megan, who was 21.5 inches long. Yesterday I had a stress test to make sure the baby is doing well. The machine recorded the baby's heartbeat, and I had to push a button whenever I felt the baby move. The baby's heart beat should increase with movement. Baby is perfect and i go back on Tues. From now on I'll have a stress test every time I go to the doctor.
School has started and I'm teaching math and science to 41 fourth graders. Which means I'm exhausted. Returning to the classroom is exhausting under the best of circumstance let alone 100,000 months pregnant. In a big old building with no air conditioning, in the middle of a cornfield. Even my kids are asking me when the baby will come. They're so funny. One little girl told her mom it looks like the baby is going to fall out of my belly. Another one told her grandma that her teacher is HUGE! Sigh....
Anyone know how to get this kid out? I've been trying all of the old wives tales I can think of.
My favorite picture so far of the 2 of them. Megan loves to hold Quinn and is so gentle with him it just melts my heart.
Quinn flashing a big smile. I can't wait until he does it on purpose!
Me and my babies. I don't think I look too bad for it being just a few days after giving birth to a 9 pounder!
Here's Quinn in a cute little outfit that he's already on the verge of outgrowing. Newborn clothes are already too short. Gotta love a tall boy!
I woke up at 12:40 Mon. (Labor Day!) morning when my water broke. I labored at home until my contractions were between 2-4 mins apart. We got to the hospital at 5 am. When I got checked out and the baby was so posterior that the resident couldn't reach my cervix. Based on what she could feel she estimated I was only 2cm dilated, but since my water had broken I had to stay. Of course, once I got checked in and was put in a room my contractions stopped. The doctor and nurses agreed to let me be and try to get things started on my own and not to check me for dilation unless I asked. Nate and I walked the halls for hours. Whenever I walked I got contractions, but when I stopped they stopped. Finally, at 1 pm. I told Nate I would let them check me when they came in to do the fetal monitoring at 2 and if I wasn't any further dilated I'd get pitocin. Around 1:15 contractions picked up and at 1:50 I sent Nate out to find the nurse so I could get in the shower. 2 nurses came back (my nurse and one who had the longest fingers to find my cervix). They checked me and I was 8 cm. They went to call the doctor & get some towels. With the next contraction I leaned into Nathan, my legs buckled and I started pushing. Nathan couldn't reach the call button so he started yelling "HELP!" They came running back in and helped get me on the bed. They checked me again and I was 10 cm. One nurse went running to call the doc & get the resident since they didn't think the doctor would get there in time. (he had gone home). I was on my hands and knees and Nate ended up sitting on the top of the headboard holding my shoulders while I pushed. The counter pressure really helped. The doctor made it, (barely!) and after 30 mins of pushing Quinn arrived. Nathan cut the cord and was the one to tell me the baby was a boy. It was a miraculous experience. 
Grammy and Meg bought Quinn a welcome home cake.
