I missed my week 40 post, which is just wrong of me considering I've gone through this whole pregnancy hoping and praying and wishing I could meet my perfect little boy, and then I just don't show up to the finish line? My bad.
Well, I made it to my due date with no signs of dilation. It was pretty frustrating. And then the doctor asked me to show up to the hospital Monday morning (the 24th) to be induced. I was considering broaching the subject myself but was a little freaked out by it, and didn't expect him to be the one to bring it up. "That baby's going to come out," he said, "it just may take a little longer this way."
I was scared shitless, I'm not even going to lie.
So on October 24th, four days later than he was supposed to, Mark Allen came into the world. I walked into Labor and Delivery at 7 that morning, had my water broken at 830, and labored for hoooours. About 9 that night I started pushing and we welcomed our precious little guy into the world at 9:51 pm.
I had an amazing nurse who absolutely fell in love with my boy, and a very good team of nurses in the Mother/Baby wing who had already heard of him before we were moved over because of the first. Haha. They would walk in and say, "Oh, you really are adorable!" or something along those lines, and pretty much all of them fell in love with him. One in particular who helped me immensely with my breastfeeding issues and was just a wonderful support in general. I loved her.
And it's true, Mark's absolutely adorable. He's perfect, the most perfect little thing I've ever seen in my entire life. He hardly fusses, sleeps pretty well, is finally feeding better (before he just wanted to sleep, it was such a hassle to wake him up long enough to feed).
I do get the blues every once in a while because Daniel and I didn't get into our own place before the baby came. It was my number one hope, but we're dealing with it. And we're great together, so we're going to make it through this. We're going to be okay for a very, very long time.
I couldn't be happier. :)
I'll have to get a little more detailed when I don't have a little boy sleeping on my chest. Apparently my typing is bothering him, because he keeps wiggling back and forth. ;)