We arrived at the hospital at about 5:30. I was quickly put into a birthing room and examined, they told me I was already measuring a 6.5 (if you're not familiar with childbirth terminology, just know that this means things were quickly moving along). After getting an epidural about an hour later when I was at a 7.5, I was still in a lot of pain since for some reason it didn't work on me. The doctor removed it, put in another and I was then about a 9. Let's just say I was glad that I didn't doze off during the relaxation breathing techniques section of my birthing class. It really helped and I was able to get through the intense pain OK (more or less).
Everything had happened so quickly that by a little before 9 a.m. it was soon time for the baby to make his grand debut. And then things slowed down. After a little more than 3 hours of pushing he was here! And it was wonderful. And totally worth the pain. In fact, although it's only been a day since the event I don't even really remember that part of it. The combination of adrenalin and epidural is a beautiful thing.
Meet Anthony Jon:
Our 7 lbs., 5 oz. little conehead (being stuck for three hours will do that to you)
He already had quite a fan club waiting for him, both sets of grandparents and his Aunt Amie were able to greet him just a few minutes after his birth.
Aunt Amie and Uncle DerekHis dad is a shoe-in for Dad of the Year. Anthony is pretty much glued to Zach, who has been the #1 diaper changer/baby comforter/bath-giver. Z was the perfect birthing coach and cheerleader.
First bath. Notice the four smiling grandparents in the window.
Mom & Anthony
We enjoyed our first day as a family cuddled up in our hospital room with snow falling outside. It was perfect.