Below are the details of his arrival...
We arrived here at the hospital at 10pm on Tuesday, January 6th. At that time, I hadn't dialated at all (I was a 0+). Overnight, they gave me a gel insert that helped me to progress to a 2-3 by 7am when they started me on Pitocin to spur along contractions. I responded well to both the gel and the Pitocin. In fact, the nurse said it was the first time she had ever seen anyone SLEEP though 20mg of Pit. We spent most of the day yesterday with mild contractions, watching movies and patiently awaiting progress. By evening, I was still only a 3, so my doctor decided to break my water to try and encourage progress. The contractions that followed were VERY VERY painful and intense. After laboring through them for more than an hour, I hadn't progressed any further (I was still only a 3). It was at that point that we decided to get the epidural. I was exhausted, tired from a long day (we had been at the hospital for 22 hours at that point) and pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to make it to a 10 and still be able to push. After I got the epidural, I almost immediately dialated to a 5. We were estatic! They continued the Pitocin in hopes that I would continue dialating. Unfortunately, more than 2 hours later, I had made ZERO progress. It was 10:30pm by then and we decided to welcome JT into the world via c-section. Everything was pretty set to go, as I already was numbed from the waist down with the epidural. I was pretty nervous since a c-section is major surgery and (amazingly for how clumsy I am) I've never gone 'under the knife' before. Our doctor is a wonderful surgeon, though, and Truman arrived with no complications.
After they sewed me back up, cleaned up Truman, initiated breastfeeding and kept me in recovery for 2 hours, it was 3:00am today before we made it up to our Postpartum Suite. The hospital also happens to be a client of my company, so we have a gorgeous suite where Craig can sleep a bit more comfortably than he did in the chair the first night. We both crashed. I've been woken up every hour or two to feed Truman or have my vitals checked. Craig tried sleeping through the interruptions and slept a few hours more or less consequetively last night. Needless to say, we're both exhausted and feeling like the walking dead.
The great news with my recovery is that by this afternoon, I'll have all of my wires and tubes removed. At one point last night, I had wires or tubes for: the epidural, my IV with Pitocin, the blood pressure monitor, three patches for my heart rate, wraps around my legs to inflate them and keep the blood circulating (since my blood pressure was quite low), and a catheter. They are hoping to have me up and walking around and eating 'real' foods by this evening. I'm in a bit of pain from the incision, but it's bearable and SO completely worth it.
Truman has a beautiful full head of dark wavy hair (Craig's), a teeny tiny mouth (Catrina's), long legs and big feet (Craig's) and the most amazing temprament (a GIFT from God)! We're breastfeeding and he latched on right away last night without any second thought, hesitation or probelm at all. Truman is wonderfully calm and alert and cries VERY little...only when he's cold or we've taken away his food :)
Craig and I could use a whole lot more sleep, but we're moving forward on the joys of parenting. Thank you so much for all of your support and encouragement. Blessings to all of you!