Brockton is here! I'm going to post pictures as soon as I can, but I thought since he just fell asleep I'd better hurry and tell the good news (even though I'd rather be sleeping)! Last Monday, the 17th I had an OB appt and the doc said I was dialated to a 3 and the baby was ready to come so he said he would induce me any time if I wanted to. I had heard a lot of different things about being induced and I wasn't so sure, but as I was sitting on the table I thought my water broke (with the baby so low he was kind of like a cork in a bottle so it wasn't a gush of fluid) so we decided if I didn't go into labor on my own that night then I'd be induced the next morning.
That night I started having really strong contractions that were about 3 minutes apart for about 2 1/2 hours so we went up to the hospital at 3 a.m. and OF COURSE as soon as we walked through the doors and got up to labor and delivery my contractions slowed down. We waited around for about 20 minutes to see if they would keep getting stronger but we were both SO exhausted so we went home to get some sleep.
I woke up at 8 a.m. to call the hospital to see what time I needed to come in to be induced and by that time I was only having like 2 contractions an hour. The nurse told us to come in at noon to get things started. I had been up all night packing, cleaning and getting everything ready for the baby to come so we ate breakfast and finished some last minute things before going up to the hospital. We were both anxious but I felt so at ease with what was about to happen, I just knew that being induced was how it was supposed to go.
It was 2 p.m. by the time I was actually induced because it took them forever to be able to get my IV in. The first nurse poked me twice...ok stabbed me twice and then went and got another nurse to come in and try and that nurse couldn't get it in either so she also stabbed me twice. SO fun. Luke was passed out on the bathroom floor in a cold sweat for about 15 minutes after that, poor guy, he's the one who needed the IV!
The pitocin they put in my IV really got my contractions going and I thought I was really progressing, but at 4 p.m. I was only barely dialated to a 4. My doctor came in to make sure my water was broken shortly after that and after he released some more fluid my contractions got SO strong, I asked for an epidural about 15 minutes later (about 5 p.m.) and the guy was there in a matter of minutes to give it to me, what a blessing because the nurse told me that he was called into a surgery right after that and I would have had to wait at least an hour for my epidural. Both of our families were there by now, my mom and sisters had been there since about 2ish.
The epidural was the worst thing ever, wow. A little traumatic but such a blessing in the long run! Almost 2 hours later (7 p.m.ish) they checked me again and I was only dialted to a 4 1/2...pretty much NO progression. I just knew we were gonna be there all night so I prepared myself for a long night in the hospital. Luke was so sweet and supportive the whole time and was so amazing for how queazy he gets in hospitals. Well my contractions kept getting stronger to the point where I could feel how strong they were even with my epidural. The baby's heart rate wasn't very good so the nurse (best nurse ever Kari) came in to check on me and maybe put me on oxygen and when she went to check if I had dialted more, her eyes got kind of wide and she was like, "I'm trying to find cervix!" She told me I was almost a 10 and she went to go call my dr. No one could believe that I had gone from a 4 1/2 to a 10 in barely over an hour!
A few minutes later during one of my contractions I felt a lot of low pressure and it felt like I could push the baby right out so I told the nurse and she felt to see where the baby's head was, and sure enough, he was coming out!! She ran out of the room to see where in the world my doctor was. Nurses started coming in and prepping the room and Luke and I were both just sitting there wide eyed and nervous as all get out! With each contraction I kept feeling the urge to push but waited until my doctor came. Luke, my mom and Luke's sister Brianne were in the room...they were both trying to console Luke who had his head down on the bed ready to pass out at any given moment.
My dr. finally got there and I started pushing. My mom was trying to convince Luke to come watch so he went over and peeked to see the top of his head and then came back to my side and a few seconds later went back over to keep watching-it must have been pretty amazing for him to be able to watch it! After 7 minutes of pushing, our little angel was out at 8:42 pm! What an amazing experience, there are hardly words to describe what it's like to see your baby for the first time! The whole thing was just so incredible. He was so tiny I couldn't believe it, he only weighed 6 lbs. and was 19 inches long. Luke cut his cord (I know, right!) and after cleaning him they had Luke bring him over to me and I got to hold him. It's amazing how I instantly just fell in love with him, what a precious little guy! Although he's changing a lot from day to day, that first day he looked SO much like my brother Guy, it was unbelievable!
Both of our families came in the room to see him and take pictures and stuff. AnnAlyse said that I didn't stop smiling the whole time, I was seriously on cloud 9...I feel like I still haven't come down. Being a mom is the sweetest thing I've ever experienced and it's so amazing to see what a natural Luke is at being a dad. He's already an expert diaper changer and changes 90% of Brock's diapers. He is so cute with him and so sweet and Brock just LOVES him already! We are loving being parents to the sweetest baby boy ever! I'll post pictures a little later when Brock's sleeping again! :) WE LOVE YOU BROCKTON!!!!!! welcome little prince!!
And now for Halloween night... Because I love halloween so much I always plan like 6 months in advance what we'll be dressing up as. This year we decided to dress up as a "bun in the oven" and the "baker"...doesn't Brock make a cute bun? I kept joking that I looked more like a robot than an oven but hey I made our costumes myself! Luke was loving his costume and would keep his hat on in the car when we drove somewhere hoping that people would see him. What a geek. 
