I uploaded these pictures a little out of order . Here is the Boston John baby story =)
At 37 weeks found out that our little Boston was a breech baby. I was then sent over to the Maternal Fetal Medicine Clinic a few days later to see if it was possible to turn him the right direction. They did an ultrasound which was so amazing to see at 37 weeks. We could see his little face which looked 3D and even his hair swishing back and forth to my heartbeat ( that was really cool to see) They decided that since the fluid levels were low and because his head was against the placenta that it just wouldn't be possible to turn him. Now our only option was a C-Section..yikes! I was a little terrified of a c-section but knew it was the best thing for me and our little guy. So they sent us home and told us that we needed to come back a week or so later for the C-Section. Well that wasn't really what Boston had planned. It was the morning of the 23rd that I woke up because I felt some contractions. I decided that I was going to wait a little while to see what was going to happen. I climbed back in bed hoping that I could just sleep it off hahahah when that didn't work I thought I would just walk around the house and see if I could get rid of them. The contractions were getting more often but not increasing in intensity. I debated if I should wake John but decided that I didn't want this little guy coming out feet first. He woke up and asked me what I wanted to do and I felt bad waking him and the kids if these were just false contractions. To make a long story short we decided it was best to head to the hospital. The unfortunate thing was that our road was closed to do re pavement so our car was parked a block away ( go figure). John ran to get the car...moved the cones...and pulled into the driveway ( good thing the road was dry by then) I grabbed my bags and he grabbed the kids...the first thing Saedree said when we put her in the car at 230 am was " wow there are stars" lol. my mom met us at the hospital and took the kids to her house to sleep. We got checked in and were told that they were going to monitor me for an hour to make sure that the contractions were real and that I didn't just have a bladder infections...hhahah I wanted to punch them in the face. There we sat for an hour with contractions hoping and praying that they were not going to send me home with pain meds. After an hour I in fact dilated to a 3 and was 90percent effaced. As soon as they saw I was making progress the whirl wind hit. The epidural was placed, IV in and I was on the OR table within an hour. The C-Section went fine and baby came out screaming...and screaming....and screaming He ended up being 7lbs 12oz and 18.5 inces long. Everything went well and I was off to recovery. Little did I know it was going to be a difficult road. I was sooo sooo sooo sick and itchy that night, I even tried to throw up a few times and decided that was wayyy to painful. It was not much fun at all. But our sweet boy was here safe and sound so it is alll worth it. Here it is day 7 and I have come along way but still don't feel half human yet. I need to learn to be patient with myself and just relax and let myself heal.
