Really Deep Waters: June 2015

Louie had a grand entrance into this world, a story to be told - much like the birth of his sister.

As it turns out, I am really really REALLY great at growing babies and keeping them inside my womb. I am really really REALLY bad at getting them OUT of said womb.

If you have read any earlier posts you would have been sure to see that I was convinced that Louie was going to make an early entrance. HA. God laughed at me.

No, no, much like his sister Louie wanted to be fashionably late. My doctor is not one to force induction and I am stubborn and really wanted my child to choose his birthdate. At my 40 weeks + 4 days appointment I asked what my options were going to be (I was losing hope that I was actually capable of going into labor).

The choices were Thursday morning (June 4) or Monday morning (June 8). After a long internal struggle and many conversations with family and friends, Josh and I agreed that June 4 would be the induction date. Exactly 41 weeks to my doctor (and 41 +2 days if you asked me).

As it turned out, Lexington was hopping with people going into natural labor (jerks.) So what was meant to be a 7:30am induction, turned into a 12pm induction.

Everything went so beautifully! It was the opposite of Noelle's induction episode 3 years earlier. I was progressing quickly, I was comfortable and not suffering from intense back labor. We were laughing, joking and having a relaxing time waiting for Louie to make his appearance.

Then at around 10pm it was time to push. That's when the unexpected happened. Though I was pushing very effectively, Louie was stuck. We tried everything, and I pushed for a good hour and 40 minutes. My wonderful doctor told me that I was done - this kid had his head at an angle that just would not permit him to safely come out. Noelle had her head also at an unfortunate angle...the difference we discovered is that unlike Noelle, Louie did not appear to be in the 7 pound range.

Actually as we were getting ready to go to the operating room, my doctor said, "I think we are all going to be very surprised at how big this baby is."

He was right.

In the OR and very delirious, I heard the news that I had a 9lb 3oz son. Impossible! Have you seen me? Have you seen my pregnant belly? Where was I storing this child? How could little me have grown such a large baby?!?!

Well I did. And luckily my doctor made the call that he did. Louie had his cord wrapped around his neck twice (not surprising with how much that little booger moved around). He also was so broad shoulder wise that if we had tried to get him out for longer we may have broken something of his, or something of mine (ouch!).

So even though we thought we were choosing his birth date, Louie chose his own at 12:02 am on June 5, 2015.

He is absolutely remarkable and everything I had hoped and dreamed he would be as a newborn. Chill, relaxed, easy going, and the perfect addition to our family. Noelle loves him and thinks he is the cutest, and we couldn't agree with her more.

Here are some pics of the big day and our little buddy. Welcome to the party Louie!!