The Waiting is Over...

We are happy to announce that Morgan Hannah has arrived! I went in for an ultrasound on Thursday morning and they decided to induce me because of low amniotic fluid. I was so excited, especially because I was so uncomfortable. So, I called Joel and he headed home from work while I got things together for the hospital and for Oliver's stay at Grammies. They started the pitocin in the afternoon and by the evening realized that I wasn't really dilating so they took me off the pitocin and gave me something else to make me dilate. By Friday morning was fully dilated and effaced and having contractions on my own. I decided to get the epidural around ten or so when the contractions hurt enough to make me cry. Then I forgot how much I hate getting the epidural. I get so scared and anxious and tense. He took forever to do it and it was the most traumatic part of my labor and delivery! An hour or so later they checked me and realized I was ready to go! I pushed five times and out popped our little brown haired girl. She has quite a head of hair!!
Recovery is going well. Sleeping is not. Today's goal is to get Morgan on a nursing schedule so she is not up every stinkin' hour wanting to eat. My poor, poor boobs!
Having a baby really changes the way you think. For example, for the past three days, whoever asked to see my nether regions, saw them with no argument from me; four hours of sleep seems like alot, and I am walking around the house with my boobs hanging out all the time. They are huge by the way. I"m afraid I am going to smother the poor child.
Joel is in charge of Oliver as I am not allowed to lift anything and he is also in charge of housework which means that hte house is a mess! Already! We've only been home a day and I can't go into the kitchen because I can't control my urge to clean. He leaves his little trail of destruction everywhere he goes. In a way it is nice to not have to worry about it.
Well, to quote another blogger mom, "My life is full...and so are my boobs."

The Waiting Game

Seems like all I am doing lately, waiting. At the moment I am waiting for Oliver to go to sleep. We've been trying the morning nap thing on and off since about 8:30. It's almost 10:30 now. The thing that gets me is that he is so tired. He NEEDS to sleep and I need him to sleep. I was able to squeeze in a 15 minute nap earlier while he was quiet in his crib, but that is about it. I have a feeling the mommy nap will be lost today too.
I am also waiting for Oliver's sister to remove herself from my body. I am so done with being pregnant right now. I wake up every morning thinking that maybe this is the day, only to go to bed disappointed that it wasn't. At the doctor yesterday, she said that she still thinks it might be sometime this week or next. I told her she got my hopes up and now I will be disappointed if it isn't. She is on call at the hospital this week and I would really love for her to deliver the baby. I like her and feel comfortable with her. But when it really comes down to it, I will like anyone who takes this baby out of me! I am actually looking forward to the delivery a little bit, now that I know what to expect and I know that the epidural is a gift from the heavens. This time around I want to pay more attention to what is happening rather than get all caught up in my own distress.
I was thinking that today, Cinco de Mayo, would be a perfect day to have the baby since I have been craving Mexican food since day one of this pregnancy. I asked Joel if he thought she was part Mexican...he didn't really laugh.