WOW...

I can't believe that my last post was while I was still in second trimester. But I guess third is when things started to get a little nutty. I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and they could not get my numbers under control. So I was seeing an endocrinologist in addition to my doctors already on the docket :) I was seeing her twice a week in the beginning as well as non-stress tests for my OB twice a week at that point. I felt like I lived at the docter's office and it was consuming my life! I think I had not been let go from my job I would have had to take time off or something to make it work even time wise. It was insane. Add in James starting school again and forget it.

So I was scheduled for induction on December 5th. 39 weeks. I was set to go into the hospital on Sunday (the 4th) evening to start meds to soften my cervix with induction first thing Monday morning. At around 9 a.m. on the 4th I went into labor on my own. I was in labor all day and we finally decided that we should head over before our scheduled arrival time. I was in labor for 10 hours. It got pretty intense and I guess I was progressing extremely quickly. So the nurse is asking me all these registration questions and I can barely see straight. I have already told Jimmy (I don't rememer this <3) to not touch or speak to me at this point. I am not sure I can do this and they say I am not far enough along to get an epidural. But she was too busy with the questions to check me and realize that I have gone from 4 to 8 in less than an hour. Until my water broke and then she was forced to acknowledge I was moving along and check me and get the epidural going that I should have recieved much earlier.

I'm pushing and pushing and nothing is happening. I'm not feeling the pressure they say I should and even though they see him come down into the birth canal he is bungeeing right back up and out of view as soon as I stop. So finallly the doctor says that we can continue pushing and maybe something will change, but she recommends cutting and running. So we go in for c-section. After he is born I over hear the doctor and nurses talking and they said thank God we went in when we did. He ear was caught on the embilical cord and he would have probably never dropped down naturally.

During the end of my pregnancy I was still all belly, but baby was measuring big. Very big. They believe from the diabetes. It slowed down once the meds were started, but he was already measuring quite large. There was talk of planned c-section because they were afraid he would be too large for a vaginal delivery. Then it looked like he would be just under the contol line on size and it was decided I would try natural first. So when we has born I was truly shocked to hear that he only weighed 6 lbs. 12 oz. By the time we left the hospital (thanks in part to me never getting my milk in...so very sad about that) he was down to 6 lbs. 3 oz. My little cashew. Our take home outfit had to be traded out as he would have been swimming in it. Too funny.

So...he's 2.5 months old now and I am more and more in love with him every day. I will write more but I need to shove some food in my mouth before he wakes up and I miss my window...but he is a photo for your viewing pleasure of the new love in my life...