Bosco's Birth Story (part final)

... where were we?

Epidural in and working like a perfect and beautiful charm. Baby {supposedly} in the correct birthing position. And still contracting ... sort of.

My contractions were just sort of eh. So I was started on a little pitocin to get things rolling once again. At this point I was at 6-7cm and after putting internal monitors in, it was determined that the baby was actually happily in the OP position.

WHY.

Another motherhating little cherub.

A wonderful nurse that had been there for both Sebastian and Phoebe's deliveries came in and asked, "can I be mean?" which had me worried she was going to suggest we turn off the epidural or something horrific but she just wanted me to flip over onto my hands and knees to try and get the baby to flip. I decided to pour out my remaining and dwindling dignity and followed orders. The epidural was light enough that I had no problem being on my hands and knees. {no photos, my most sincere apologies}

About five minutes after the great flip ... the baby's heartbeat did something that made the nurses pop back in and have me flip back over because he/she was "obviously not liking it" and as soon as I flipped I felt the baby RIGHT THERE. The nurse checked and confirmed my suspicion ... complete with a baby head. I held my knees together and tried not to breathe too hard lest the baby come rolling out.

My doctor got there and gowned up saying I probably wouldn't make it to my scheduled induction one week from that day.

Laugh laugh.
Let's hope not.
More laughter.

I started pushing when everyone immediately said, "stop stop stop .... " and out came the head complete with cord wrapped tightly around the neck ..

.. unwind unwind and then out came the rest of HIM.

I'll never forget the, "it's a boy!" (although I couldn't remember if Simon or my doctor said it ... so obviously a massive impression made there, Sentimental Patton) ...

... because (like I've mentioned no times before) I was really banking on a lady. Did I want a girl? Didn't care. At all.

But I was stunned and I felt weirdly disconnected from this new baby for several minutes (since passed! very much passed!) because he felt like such a little stranger.

He was born at 1:51 in the morning so a little under six hours after we got to the hospital (I think I even snuck a nap in at one point, luxury!) so I won't be winning any Speedy Gonzales birthing awards (ever) ... but I was so happy to have bypassed the Ironwoman of pushing. Finally.

Get on on our euphoric level, B.

I didn't need any repairs which made my recovery a breeze (I realize I'm SUPER lucky and that many don't have it easy - at ALL) and as soon as everyone left the room ... Bosco latched on for a nice hour long nursing session while we waited for the nursery to come and do their thing. He weighed seven pounds even (my doctor guessed seven pounds even, is she good or WHAT?) and was twenty inches long. I had predicted that he was our biggest baby and he was our second smallest (Theo was the smallest) so, you know.

Simon looked like the walking dead and I told him to nap ... which he did ... all through Bosco screaming through his bath.

deadbeat.

j to the k. He had to be up in a couple hours to wrangle the other four kids ... I did not.

Let the spaspital stay BEGIN.

Don't look so excited, BIP.

And that was that. Best birth ever? Perhaps! Perhaps.

More (so much more) where that came from ... right over here.