Here I am a few days before being induced.
Doug and I woke up and headed to the hospital at 6:00 in the morning to be induced. Doug drove through Chick-fil-a. He was hesitant to eat anything, because I couldn't eat. I reassured him that I wouldn't be too mad at him, and that he needed to eat something. We got into our room at Baylor Frisco, and the sweet nurses started going through a list of questions that I had to answer. They started an IV, which was extremely painful, because they couldn't find a vein in my wrist. They put the IV in my hand, and I hated that for the next 24 hours. Around 8 am they started my pitocin, and around 9 my doctor came in to break my water. Things were going pretty well. My contractions were getting increasingly stronger. I got to the point of being unable to talk and I had to completely focus on breathing through a contraction.
Around 11:00, I told Doug that I couldn't handle the pain anymore and they gave me some drugs through my IV. Let me just say that this did absolutely NOTHING. They also increased my pitocin at this time. So I was incredibly sleepy and in pain. Lunch was brought to Doug. The smell of the food made me extremely nauseous. I have informed him that he will have to eat lunch in the hallway with any future children. Around 11:40, Doug gently told me that the drugs would be wearing off in about 20 minutes. At this point, I was ready for the epidural. The nurses checked me and I was a 6! After having 3 contractions, while they put in my epidural, it finally took effect. I began pushing at 2:30 and sweet Stone was born at 3:06.
We hadn't decided what his name would be, but about 30 minutes after he was born, Doug said he thought we should name him Stone Keith. My first words to him were, Hey Buddy! I was so happy to finally have him in our arms.
Sweet baby boy!