A lot of people would call 7 a lucky number but for me this week I would have bet on 9. I had planned a pedicure for today, a highlight appt for tomorrow and was counting down the days until my scheduled c-section on next Friday, the 19th. I was a little off. This was my 39th week of my pregnancy and on Tuesday, February 9th Case Patrick Madison decided he was ready to join our family, coming out a whopping 9 pounds, 1 ounce and 21 inches long.
I got to school Tuesday morning and started having contractions. I wasn't quite sure if that is what they were since they felt a little different than my ones with the girls. After timing them for most of the morning I figured it was the real thing and called my dr. I went in and got checked and was not dilated at all so she sent me home to eat, rest and see if any change. No change except that they came more often. So after trying to help the girls with their Valentine's goodies for class- (another thing I had planned to finish this week) I called the doc again and she sent me to labor and delivery. By then my contractions were 4 minutes a part and I was dilated to a one which is nothing but since I was having a c-section we could finally proceed. All went well until they tried to get the little or should I say big booger out. Apparently he was quite cozy because even though it was a c-section, his head was huge as was his body and he wasn't budging. I started to panic a bit because I kept hearing a pop(later finding out was the vacuum) and after about 5 unsuccessful tries, the anesthesiologist asked if he could help and reached over my sheet and was pushing below my rib cage. At this point I think there were at least 4 people trying to assist and finally...out he came!
Proud momy and daddy!
Case's first cries
Morgan, Mallory, and Case(Mall being a cheese ball)
Morgan was loving on Case and I'm not sure who that swollen faced person is in the background! yikes
Mallory was much happier when she could crawl in bed with mommy
