Running with Randomness: October 2013

Here he is. Our widdle ewaphant. If you don't like baby talk, sorry. You have to speak baby when talking about something this precious.

Crew is here.

Let me tell you a bit about his arrival.

Wednesday night we went to check into the hospital. I was so excited and maybe taking my time in leaving. I wanted to capture pictures and savor my last moments at home. We ended up arriving 5 minutes late (10:05pm) and the doors were locked at 10pm. Super. We pulled our car to the other side of the hospital and walked a bit, and those doors were locked as well. Mark asked if I wanted to go back and move the car again; nope, let's just keep walking. (This was as dumb as my walking to Marshall's in the mall idea.) We trampled through the wet grass into some open doors and then had to walk another half a mile to Labor and Delivery. The nice woman at check-in asked if I wanted a wheel chair so Mark could wheel me the rest of the way, I laughed and said no thank you, (I was already mid-workout, why stop now) as we finally made our was to L&D.

15 minutes late. Ugh, I absolutely hate being late even though there are no repercussions at the hospital. Can you imagine?... "Sorry ma'am you're late so you are going to have to hold your son in a few more days, come back Friday." Not only were we late but they had all of my information under Kristen Kelsey. Ah! What?! Reason being, I had lost my new driver's license since changing my name 4 years ago and had been using my old one which still isn't expired. It says Kristen Lynne Kelsey, that I live in Buda and has a fantastic picture (which is one reason why I haven't cared to get a new one). Well, that old license is how they recorded all of my information and it came to bite me in the butt. My son is now Crew Kelsey (sorry kiddo). His wrist bands and name tag all said it. The door to my room also said Kelsey so my doctor was highly confused. Why this didn't happen with Copelan I don't know. Luckily I was able to write the correct name on the birth certificate.

Okay, I've now gotten over that. Time to settle into my lumpy hospital bed for the worst night of sleep imaginable.

Since Mark and I walked a mile to get into the hospital I was now 4cm dilated, not 2cm which I was the day before. They were able to start Pitocin just after midnight. I tried to sleep, but between contractions and this wacky sleeping med they put in my IV all I could do was toss, turn and dream of dancing furniture.

They administered my epidural around 4am. It hurt a little, it's more uncomfortable if anything, but it's definitely not like you see on TV with a huge needle and screaming. So ladies without babies yet, there is hope. Take the meds. As I progressed so did the pain. My doctor came in around 8am and I was mis-er-able. I told her something was wrong with my epidural because I can feel everything. I signed up for the, "I don't feel a thing" labor... can we do something about that? She got the anesthesiologist in to re-administer some meds, mission accomplished. Feel-no-pain labor back on track. Unfortunately, that did not last. It was back. I felt every contraction from 8:45 on. How were my legs numb but not my abdomen!?

Well, I pushed through the pain, no tears shed, just ugly facial expressions and a bruised husband's hand. Around 9:40am it was time to push. My doctor was called and was soon there. Mark said, hopefully you can get him out by 10. I said, no, no, no. He will be here in 10 minutes not 20. Two pushes later, at 9:51am Crew was here!

10/3/2013

8.1lbs, 20 inches long. Healthy as can be! So blessed.