Hey Its Darren, I hijacked Kristi’s blog to let you know its a boy!!!!!
Oliver Patrick Carrara was born at 3:42PM, he was 22″ and weighed 8 lbs 12 oz.
One advantage of having a baby during the day is the anaesthesiologist is there lickity split. I got the epidural at 2PM and I am down to one small patch of pain. Hopefully this baby will be here soon!
Three hours into the pitocin and I’m feeling it. The contractions are now making me stop and listen.
And now the dilema……..epidural or no epidural. I didn’t have time to have one with Mackenzie, she was in a hurry to get into this world. This baby is the complete opposite already.
Here comes another one. Oh, that was a good one.
For some reason I’m reluctant to ask for the epidural. I have no idea why. Is it pride, or just plain stupidity?
I have two voices going through my head. “You can do it Kristi” and “Don’t be a hero” Which one do I listen to?
One more contraction and I think I’m goin’ for it.
11:15 contractions start.
No real pain yet. For some reason I think that’s going to change real soon!
10:20 here comes the pitocin.
I wonder how long until I’m swearing.
We arrived at the hospital at 7:00 a.m. and waited, and waited. The midwife just tried to break my water and now we’re waiting again for labor to begin. If nothing happens on it’s own, they’ll start the pitocin.
High blood pressure + big baby = induction
Wish me luck!
I’ve been in labor for over a week it seems. I’m still pregnant and I really don’t have anything to say to anyone until this baby is OUT.
Whoever says “if you go early with your first you’ll probably go early again” is full of shit.
My Mom is back in the hospital. After a fall, a few shocks from the defibrillator, and an ambulance ride she was right back where she left off less than a week ago.
I spent a lot of time on Saturday just staring at the heart monitor. I’ll never get the image out of my head. Thankfully it stayed steady at 60 beats per minute for the whole time I was there. Last week it was 70. Apparently without the pacemaker it only beats 40 times per minute.
After the emergency room, they transferred her to the CCU (Critical Care Unit). Most patients there are in really bad shape and you have to pick up a phone outside the door and call for them to buzz you in. On one of my many trips out to the bathroom I walked out with a woman who had come out of the room next door. She was sobbing. She was met in the hallway by someone with open arms and all I heard was “I’m so sorry.”
I knew something really bad must have happened. We made eye contact for a split second. I looked away and was immediately ashamed of the way I felt, of what I was thinking.
Thank god that’s not me.
Not now, not yet, I’m not ready.
Over the course of the next hour or so I saw several people walking back and forth in front of our room crying. Eventually a man came in and close the curtain to our room. My brother saw them wheel out a body with a sheet over it.
Shortly after that my Mom was transferred out of CCU. Sitting upright, in a wheelchair.
She’s still got a long way to go. Her heart is very weak. They’re changing her medication in hopes of preventing any more episodes. This time I think she’s going to be sent to rehabilitation before she goes home. I’m very happy about that, she needs it.
I’m hopeful that everything will be ok.