Okay, well maybe not EVER... I'm not just going to write "I had a baby" and call it a day. Though, there are just some things that are not meant to be shared with internet land. In fact, I think I'm suffering from post traumatic stress based on that whole labor and delivery thing. It's a ridiculous process. How did people do this before modern medicine?! So -- here's a pretty vague description of my overall "easy" labor... though at the time I didn't think it was that easy but I do know I was lucky.
Anyway. I was induced at 38 weeks and 1 day. In my mind I thought "Isn't this early?" but I'm not a doctor and trusted her opinion. She basically just said if I wanted any chance at having this baby the ol' fashioned way he had to come early. His growth ultrasound placed him at 8 pounds and if we waited until I went into labor naturally she was thinking I would end up with a C section. I totally believe her now just because it was quite the task getting him out and he only weighed 7 pounds 11 ounces.
We went to the hospital on Sunday, August 26th. I had a fabulous salad at Wendy's beforehand -- I tried to stuff myself since I had no idea when I would eat again. We checked in and were brought back. It was pretty surreal since I had never really been to a hospital nor had I been a patient in recent memory. It was certainly...creepy? I don't know. It was weird.

I was hooked up to the monitors and given cervidil. Ick. They gave me an Ambien too which I eventually took and it DID NOT put me to sleep. I felt drowsy, sure, but I did not fall asleep. I had to pee like every thirty minutes so I had to get up, unplug myself, and go. It was quite possibly the worst night of sleep I had ever had in my life and definitely not something I want to repeat again any time soon. I prayed for morning to come fast and it did and I was thrilled. They checked me out, started Pitocin, gave me the epidural (I somehow got it pretty early, I never even felt a contraction), and then it was party time. I laid in bed and watched bad reality TV. I played Words with Friends. I tweeted. I napped briefly.
At around 3pm the nurse said I was READY. Though... they made me wait until about 5 to try pushing. My first try was pretty pathetic and they said they would just wait a little bit longer. I think we started pushing for real at around 6. It sucked. They turned down my precious drugs so while I couldn't really feel pain...I certainly felt SOMETHING. Good lord. The pressure...they're like are you in REAL PAIN or just uncomfortable?! It was hard to explain since I had never really FELT any real pain and I hadn't felt any contractions... so I had no idea what the flip I was feeling.
Anyway -- that whole pushing process is ridiculous. It felt awful and I'm pretty sure I screamed somewhere in there. FINALLY at 8:04pm Cannon made his appearance and I started shivering like a sick person. I was in la la land because I was feeling all weird and shivering and I couldn't really see what was going on with the baby. Sure, they put him directly on me at first but then took him away for a few minutes. Scott took some pictures now and I peeked next to my bed at the baby getting all weighed and stuff.
So... what did baby look like right after birth?{Note: He looks SO different already from this photos!}
A little swollen, eh?
Well -- he had a ridiculous cone head. His entry into the world was clearly difficult! His head had some bruising/scabs. Gross.
Check out that noggin! They said he was 21 inches long -- I'm guessing including the head! He is definitely not that length anymore (and our pediatrician said he has GROWN since her first measurements but nothing has matched that original length of 21 inches).
At first we thought his hair looked a little reddish!
He looks exhausted.
My epidural wore off super fast and I was walking before I knew it... even before they moved us to our "real" room. I finally ate late Monday night -- almost midnight! I can't believe I survived over 24 hours without FOOD.
The first 24 hours were obviously memorable. The babies room with the parents at my hospital so we were feeding and changing diapers immediately. The nurses were helpful but between a newborn and them coming in to check on me every hour -- there was no sleep to be had.
I'll post more about our hospital stay soon -- but if you have any questions about being induced or want more graphic details let me know... induction wasn't as scary as I had thought and the process -- overall -- was painless... I just did have my "moment" of intense this-is-the-worst-pain-ever-cut-this-baby-out-of-me during labor. It definitely made me rethink the idea of having more children and going through this more than once... but I suppose I've already forgotten about the gory details and wouldn't mind doing it all over again. Just not any time soon. For reals.