I think you are all going to have to get used to me posting excessive pictures of our little boy if you read our blog now. I was picture person before, but I’m sure it’s only going to get worse : ) Well, here’s Peter’s story for all who have been asking. For those who don’t care to read all about my experience with the human birthing process, there are pictures after all the words.
I went to my doctor’s appointment on Monday only to learn that I hadn’t made much progress from the week before. I still hadn’t dilated any but I was a little bit more thinned out. Little disappointing but we still had time. About 4 am the next morning I woke up having contractions that were so uncomfortable and frequent I couldn’t lay in bed through them. I was sure I they were just pre-labor pains because of what my doctor said at the appointment. My pain tolerance is pretty low. I know it, I admit it, I try really hard not to whine and just deal with it. Working at the hospital I see women come in all the time thinking they’re in labor only to be sent home. I really didn’t want to go in, have them tell me I was a wuss, and get sent home.
I hydrated myself, took a shower, and they still weren’t going away. So I woke Nate up and we started to time the contractions. They were 2-3 minutes apart. I hadn’t packed a hospital bag yet because I didn’t want to have to look at it everyday and make myself more antsy for Peter to come. I had planned to pack it that morning before going to work. Nate and I threw together a bag, I tried to eat something, and we headed off to the hospital.
The nurse checked me when we got there sometime after 8am and lo and behold I was dilated to a 4. Holy cow, I couldn’t believe it and at the same time was happy that these were real contractions (that were strong enough to dilate me so quickly) and I wasn’t just being a wuss. They admitted me and took me to the really nice room (big, beautiful view…they saved it for me when I called in earlier…I love working at the hospital). The anesthesiologist was already there preparing for several inductions scheduled that day and gave me my epidural I think around 9:30 or 10. The pain wasn’t as unbearable as I thought it would be but it was enough that I couldn’t relax myself so the drugs were nice; not going natural with this one.
At noon my nurse came to start some pitocin to get my contractions stronger and closer together. She checked my progress first and said, “You’re not going to believe this. You’re complete.” Wow, that was unexpected to me and all the staff. My doctor likes the “rest and descend” school of thought and after hearing stories from the nurses (and now my own story) I’m also a big fan. Dr. Judd came in after lunch and I got all prepped. They broke my water and he asked if he could use forceps to help things along a little. All the nurses I spoke with when I was checking out all the docs said he was a “master” of forceps so I said he could. He pulled a bit and I felt quite a bit of pressure. I asked if I should push and he said not yet. A few seconds later he said, “Hey, there’s a head! Don’t push!” Wow, that was another surprise. A few seconds of suctioning later, Peter made his appearance at 1:31 pm.
I still can’t believe how fast it all went. I was sure I’d be in labor for hours and hours because it was my first. The doctor told me I was a baby delivering machine and I’ll need to watch out with my subsequent pregnancies. I also can’t believe I didn’t push. I feel like I cheated or something. I’ll get over it.
And now, the real reason people keep checking the blog for updates, pictures of our little guy. We think he is the cutest baby ever and are so in love with him.




First bath



The second night we were at the hospital there was a rainbow right in front of Timpanogos (told you we had a good view).

Daddy and Peter are buddies

Going home



