Andrew is here and it's been a busy first week of life for him. Eat, burp, sleep, cuddle. Tough life. It's been a little more hectic for Tony and I, so forgive us for taking some time before sharing photos and stories with everyone, and thank you for your patience as we learn the ropes of being new parents.
Tuesday, Dec 27th I went to the OB fully expecting to be told to head directly to the hospital. I was 40 weeks and 1 day and sooo ready to meet my son. Not so, said the Dr. No progress since the last appointment. Since I was already full-term, he gave me the option of being induced, which was not my first choice of a birth plan, but I decided to go ahead with it since we were so close to the end of the year and there was no indication that I would progress much on my own.
So we scheduled it for the next morning, took Marley to doggy camp, cleaned up around the house, made a nice dinner and settled in for a quiet night and early morning. We were all up at 4am the next morning with anticipation, and left the house at 5:30am to get to the hospital in time. We took one last maternity photo on the way out the door.
After getting checked in and set up in our room, they started the Pitocin drip at 8:30 am. By noon I had dilated to 6 cm and the Dr broke my water. Until then, we were happily watching tv, reading, and otherwise passing the time. Tony took a quick nap.
After my water broke, the contractions started coming pretty strongly and it was time to get down to business. I got an epidural, which helped make the contractions bearable, but still not so much fun. Labor moved along pretty quickly and by 6pm I was ready to push. 
After a couple hours of pushing and some hard work I was rewarded with the most beautiful baby boy I could imagine. The rush of emotions was overwhelming and we were all instantly in love. After seeing all the baby went through to be delivered and how the Dr and nurses handled him, he lost his fear of holding the baby while standing and couldn't wait to hold his son. 
The nurses brought me some long awaited apple juice and graham crackers (I never complained of pain during the whole process - just of being starving!). We were moved upstairs to our recovery room around 11pm and Tony and Kirsten went to get us some dinner from Checkers nearby. We feasted on burgers and fries while Andrew got used to being in the outside world. 
Our stay in the hospital was nice and short, and we were sent home Friday afternoon. Since then it's been a whirlwind of diaper changes, spit ups, and pee pee fountains. We sleep when we can, and stare at our little boy as much as possible, and otherwise are enjoying learning how to be parents and care for a newborn baby. More pictures and stories to come!!
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