*Just found this post in my box!! Guess I forgot to hit publish... yeah? Promise we love this boy to the moon and back!
I have been horrible about telling the birth story about Easton
or even blogging period. It's just so much easier to fb or instagram.
Really blogging is becoming a thing of the past. You know like MySpace
but I think I'm going to try and stay old school so I can one day print
it off. I'm not a scrapbooker so my kids won't have anything besides a
computer full of pictures which that is another thing of the past. Now
its more your phone. Wow... I really am rambling. I will get down to the
real reason of this post.
First off he is amazing!! Of course I understand I'm his mom, but
really he is such a happy soul. He fits right into our family. We
couldn't feel more blessed to call him ours.
He was born March 8th at 7:30 am. I had been freaking out for 2 weeks
prior. The first week I didn't want him to come because of Paisyn's
birthday which was on the 2nd. I planned a big party for her that Sunday
after all that craziness was over I started freaking out that he needed
to come. Kenny had clients coming into town the following week and
wouldn't be able to be at the hospital if I didn't go that week. I
figured it would be easy after all I had been 100% effaced for a few
weeks. I had a doctors appointment that Monday. I was hoping to be
dilated to a 4 my doctor told me the week before if I came in and was a 4
he would walk me across the street and break my water. Of course I was
only a 3, the same from the week before. How could this be? I had been a
crazy momma planning Paisyn's party. Anyways, he said if you don't go
by Friday I will start you. He had his nurse go call the hospital to get
me on the books. He comes back with the worst news. I had to be put on a
waiting list. They were already booked. I came home walked and was
trying anything natural to start the labor. Nothing was working.
Wednesday I called the hospital to see where I was on the list. I was
lucky enough to be at the top but I didn't want to chance it. I sent a
text to my lovely friend Courtney who does foot zoning to see if she
would zone me Thursday if I didn't have good news. Wednesday night I
made dinner, danced with Paisyn and made up cheer words for my darling
cousin who was trying out for cheerleader at her Jr. High (which she
made it YAY!!) As I was in the middle of making them up I kept getting
pains in my back. I timed them but the weren't consistent. So I just
continued. After I finished I started to get nervous they weren't really
painful but my doctor said he thought I would go really fast so I
needed to get into the hospital right away when I felt like I was in
labor. It was 11:00pm Kenny just came upstairs to get ready for bed. I
told him I think I'm in labor. He asked should we go? I wasn't sure. I
didn't feel any labor with Paisyn because I was started and got the
epidural really early. I was talking to my sister in law Carly who is a
nurse in L&D (poor thing got so many calls from me). I told Kenny go
ahead and get ready for bed but as he was finishing up I said babe
(nervous to tell him because 5 minutes ago I said I was fine) I think we
need to go. We packed up the car, dropped P off with in laws and off to
the hospital we went. All the labor was in my back. I kept thinking it
really isn't that bad. They are going to send me home. I get there check
in. I don't think the lady believed me that I was in labor. I really
wasn't in much pain. I get up there, get dressed into my awesome gown.
It's now 1:30. The nurse comes in sets me up to the monitors and checks
me. I'm dilated to a 6... I was so happy. I thought awesome maybe 2
hours tops and I will have this little man here. She said let's get you a
epidural right away. We call my mom, she gets there a little after 2.
Nurse comes in checks me... Nothing. How could this be. I didn't want to
go to sleep. I was to excited to sleep. I couldn't feel a thing or
move. I had to keep asking am I still contracting? I got a "Walt
epidural" is what the nurse kept saying. I was so ready to meet this
cute little boy. I finally closed my eyes at 4:00 am I still hadn't
moved from a 6. My amazing doctor came in at 6:30 am and broke my water
said I'm going to do the rounds and be back for you to push. Nurses
come in and start to set everything up. I'm so excited and nervous. I
didn't know if I would be able to push. I couldn't feel anything (which
most people wouldn't complain about) my doctor comes in a little after
7:00 am and I start to push. I think I was pushing :) but Easton was
moving his head back with each push. I could hear with each time his
heart rate get slower.They ended up having to use the vacuum and out he
came. He was perfect. Our son was here and healthy.
Easton Don
7 lbs 13 oz and 21 in long.
Easton was born with his left foot turned out the wrong way. The on
call pediatrician said oh wow I have never seen that. Awesome way to
freak out some parents. I had an appointment with Easton's pediatrician
in 2 weeks. He confirmed that it was positional but wanted it to be looked at to make sure all the bones had developed correctly.
About 4 weeks later we took him up to Primary Children's. We got some awesome looks from the doctor as she said it would turn on it own. Thinks she was thinking we were over protective. She was use to seeing patients that had Clubfoot and here we come with a cute perfect little boy that just had a positional problem. It had been in my ribs for the entire pregnancy (I could have told you that). All the bones had formed correctly. It now looks normal at 5 months. It was just a
little scary for a dad who hopes his little boy will play ball one day
:)
Well this is the long story I keep playing through my head not
wanting to forget a thing and I hope I never do but at least I will have
it written down if I do :)