hendrix

I have 2 kids! Sometimes I still can't believe it. I want to write down the day/ days leading up to having Hendrix, so I don't forget the little things...

This summer was pretty crazy for us. Mathis finished his first year of pharmacy school at the end of May. That day we moved from our apartment into a house. The very next day, we moved to St. George for 1 month for Mathis's out-of-state rotation. I had a lot of stress leaving a house filled with boxes, knowing I would have to come home 37 weeks pregnant and unpack everything.
We got home on a Sunday, and the next day I had a doctors appointment. I had missed a couple of appointments in between since we were out of state. My doctor was delivering a baby, so I saw his nurse. She measured me, and said I was measuring quite a bit smaller than 37 weeks. She didn't seem too concerned, but said let's just do an ultrasound. The ultrasound showed that there wasn't a lot of amniotic fluid. She called my doctor, and he said to run over to the hospital. He said it was likely I would be delivering my baby that day. I was freaking out. First of all, my house was a COMPLETE disaster! How could I bring a baby home to that? Second, Mathis was starting his first day of a new, 4-week rotation. I worried he wouldn't be able to take time off. Third, my mom wasn't in town, so I would need to find someone to watch Crosby....etc. etc. Total freakout.
Mathis had to call his internship and tell them what was going on. We went over to the hospital where they ran some tests and did another ultrasound. They told me the baby weighed 6.9, and since the baby had moved (his) position, there was actually plenty of fluid. They sent us home. I was both relieved, and disappointed. I was glad I had longer to prepare, but I REEEEAAALLYYY wanted to meet this babe, and know if it was a boy or a girl!

Fast forward 2 weeks. At this point I'm literally doing everything I can think of to induce labor. (Which by-the-way, I think all of these are totally fake. Pure coincidence if it works.) I ate the spiciest foods, went to the gym, walked down the street with one foot on the curb, and one on the ground, drank lots of caffeine, played dance dance, bounced on a yoga ball for hours, yada yada. Nothing. So, I reluctantly went to my 39 week appointment. I'm doing everything to convince my doctor to just induce me already. He finally gives me a date, just a few days from then. July 6, at 2am. Wait, 2 am?!

my last pregnancy picture, about to head to the hospital! 

first time holding my baby

So, we show up at the hospital. After signing paperwork and answering 10000 questions, they finally start me around 3:30. I was already starting to have contractions on my own, but the pitocin sped things along. At around 6 my contractions were really bad. I was holding out for the epidural, because I didn't want that to slow everything down. I finally told them I needed it. The anesthesiologist came in right away. She tried 3 times, to get the needle in!! The first two times she kept hitting blood vessels. The third attempt she told me she was going to go higher up my spine. She said she didn't like going up that high because it's not as effective. K, after hearing that, and being poked 3 times, I sort of wanted to die. She just kept apologizing to me, which didn't instill a whole lot of confidence. The epidural definitely dulled my contractions, but I could still feel them pretty strong. At 8, I told the nurse I felt like I needed to push. She mozied  on over and checked me. Yep. Go time. The doctor was just about to go into a c-section, but she rushed him over to my room. I pushed for 5 minutes. I know, thats not a long time, but when I can feel pretty much EVERYTHING, it felt like an eternity. At one point I looked at Mathis and said, I just can't. The doctor told me to push one more time so I could meet my surprise baby. This is the moment I was so glad I didn't know the sex. I swear it gave me the strength for one more. I couldn't wait to find out. When Henni came out, I was SO excited. I was hoping for another boy. . He weighed 7 pounds, 12 ounces, and 21 inches long. My big baby. He had a lot of dark hair, and the loudest cry I've ever heard ha.
He was nameless for almost 2 days! Of course we only had 1 girl name, but nothing for a boy.

trying to walk around afterwards ha. 

leaving the hospital

So, after I delivered, I started getting the worst headaches. The nurse said it was a common side effect to the epidural, and all the medicine. After going home, on the third day, my headache was unbearable. The second I stood up, the pain was so bad I immediately started bawling. I had to take Hendrix to the doctor, and I threw up in the parking lot. Mathis and I went back to the E.R. Apparently, when the anesthesiologist was putting in the epidural, she kept puncturing the sack holding my spinal fluid. It was leaking from the holes in my back, causing the gnarliest migraines. To fix it, a new anesthesiologist came in, drew blood from my arm, and inserted it back into my spine. Essentially I got another epidural, without the great numbing medicine. She said my headaches would go away, but now I would have back pain for a few months. Great. So, other than the epidural not working, feeling everything, and having migraines, oh and back pain, my labor was great. ha ha.

cros is obsessed with giving him kisses. 

Mathis, Crosby and I are completely obsessed with our newest addition. Cros will not stop giving him kisses. But, I mean, who can blame him? He has become the chunkiest, most delicious baby. I can't believe I'm the mom of two boys. But what I really can't believe, is how lucky I am.