After a long, drawn out stay in the hospital, we got to bring home our sweet baby boy.
Dash Jay McArthur
Born February 12, 2014 at 2:57 p.m.
He weighed 8 lbs and 14 oz., and was 20 inches long.
(Yep, we little people like to grow 'em big.)
(Ok, we don't like to, we just do.)
We went in on Tuesday night, thinking I was going in to get induced that night, but that was a dirty trick. We really went in to just lay there and miss a whole night's sleep before the baby came. Cuz who needs sleep before they're about to not get a full night's sleep for months?
The Birth Story (feel free to skip):
They finally started me on pitocin at 5 or 6 the next morning. I wasn't really feeling the contractions. I was at a 3 or 4 and they told me to let them know when I was ready for that amazing little drug, the epidural. I waited for awhile and started to feel contractions, but they weren't hurting at all. Then I started getting worried that I was gonna miss my window of getting it, so I just told them I was ready. I hate when that huge ol' needle drives into my back and I feel the cold medicine run through my body. But man, after that was in my body for about 5 minutes, my body and mind just relaxed so much I slept for the rest of the time until they woke me up to check me. I guess I was at a 10 and it was time to push. Epidurals are the greatest thing ever!!!
The doctor came in and took one look and said, "This is gonna be a piece of cake. One big push and he'll be out."
"Ok, sounds like a great plan to me."
I pushed and he didn't come. :(
But I pushed through 3 more contractions, and then the doctor says put your hands down here. I had no clue why, I was thinking maybe the baby's head was crowning or something. Anyways, I hesitantly put my hands down between my legs and next thing I know, I'm pulling my little baby out of my body. It was the weirdest, creepiest, amazing thing ever. I don't know how to describe it. It was kind of surreal. He wasn't crying. I held my slimy little baby for a minute, then they took him and cleaned him off. They tried to give him back to me, but I was getting weaker by the second, and couldn't hold onto him. His body temperature was low so they tried to get him warmed up. In the mean time, they gave me some juice and crackers to try and get me some energy. I started feeling sicker. Pretty soon, I was puking and so weak and tired I didn't have the energy to hold Dash or to talk to people.
My mom was staying with my kids and she brought them up to the hospital right after I had the baby. I don't really remember anything about them coming except that they came and peeked over the little bed that the baby was in to get warm, and that was it. Had took them out to get some food and I just slept and puked while the nurses took care of my sweet little cold baby.
After awhile, we both got better, and then me and Had spent the rest of the day/night just enjoying being with our sweet little babe. The next day we got our stuff gathered up, all ready to check out and they wouldn't let us leave. Turns out the babies here have to stay in the hospital for 48 hours. So torch! So we waited and begged to leave, and waited some more.
While we were there just hangin out, one of our friends also had her baby. He was born the day after Dash was. In case you can't tell, that's our monster baby on the right.
Everyone kept talking about how big his feet and hands were. His foot wouldn't even fit on the inkpad or in the space for the footprint!
We ended up coming in to the hospital on Tuesday and didn't get to go home until Friday! Ughh!!!
We got to bring him home on Valentine's Day.
We are so in love!!!
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