I always had the thought to start a blog once we had a baby. Well, baby is here so time to get started.
NEW BABY
Carter Ryan Hobbs was born on January 14, 2011 at 6:37 am. He weighed 5 lbs 15 oz and was 19 inches long. He wasn't due until Feb. 3rd but the doctor had other plans. I went in for my weekly appointment and after having my blood pressure checked twice by the nurse and once by the doctor himself, I was admitted for monitoring. That was at 9:45 am. By 2:30 pm Dr. Hansen stopped by my room and gave me my options. He started out by saying that he was a totalitarian and that what he says goes, but he would still let us know what we could do. Our options were this: If I was 30 weeks, I would be put on medication. If I was 40 weeks, no worries have the baby. Since I was 37 weeks... it's close enough, let's have a baby. And there we had it, we're having a baby. So they started an IV and gave me pitocin.
Lucky for us, we had bought a car seat just 4 days earlier and packed the diaper bag. Not so lucky for us, we had nothing ready for us and everything was still at home. So as I'm laying in the hospital Ryan runs home and grabs our stuff. By 4:00pm Dr. Hansen came back and broke my water and that's when it turned real for me. Contractions got stronger and the wait began. Every 30 minutes the nurse came in and increased the pitocin and every 15 minutes my blood pressure was checked by a machine. Stupid thing squeezed so hard I thought my arm would fall off.
When Ryan got back, we spent the night watching TV and playing games. He ate snacks he brought and I ate root beer flavored ice chips. Yum. (Didn't think I was going to have a baby that day, so all I ate for breakfast was a pop tart and a glass of milk on the way to our appointment. Bad idea.) About 10pm the contractions had gotten strong enough that I actually had to breathe through them. As I debated if I wanted an epidural, I figured that yes I want to sleep tonight so call the man up here. I asked the nurse at what level of pitocin did most women get their epidurals and she said about 9. (They start you at 5 and increase by 2 every time.) I was super proud of myself for making it to 21 before I asked for it. Then came bedtime.
Around 4am I began feeling a ton of pressure and the extra boost on the epidural wasn't helping. The nurse checked and I was fully dilated. We did one round of pushing and baby didn't move. They decided to wait a little longer and let the baby drop more on his own. They had the anesthesiologist give me a booster shot, which was amazing, and rolled me on my side. An hour later, nature had done its thing and baby was in place. Let the pushing begin...and last for an hour and a half. It wasn't until 6:20 am when Dr Hansen came in and discovered the baby was turned and that's why he wasn't coming out. With a few turns of baby's head, he was ready to come. With the help of a vacuum and a lot of pushing, Carter popped out. Yay! I'm not pregnant...Oh crap! I'm a parent.
NEW HOUSE
Three weeks after Carter was born we moved into our new home. It only took 4 months for our offer to finally get approved and for us to close. Granted it was a short sale and what else could be expected. It's been an adventure and I'm glad it's over.
Moving with a new baby is not fun. I'm not allowed to lift hardly anything and so it's taking awhile for everything to get put away. It is fun to unpack some boxes and remember that yes, we do have that. All of our stuff has been in storage for 9 months (thanks Lisa and Cody) and I forgot about things we had.
The house is starting to come together day by day. Our dining area consists of patio chairs and a patio table, and the living room is full of boxes instead of furniture. But it's ours and I love it. Some day, hopefully soon, I'll have a furnished house with no more boxes. But until then, I think I can manage.
