I can hardly believe our sweet little man is five weeks old. We couldn’t be any more obsessed with him!
I had a scheduled induction at 39 weeks, for Friday, September 15th. I was already at almost 3cm upon arriving at the hospital at 5 AM after having lots of Braxton Hicks for about a week and a half. So they went ahead and started me with pitocin (the medicine to induce labor).
Side story: my Dad calls pitocin potato soup. Now that’s what everyone in my family calls it.. haha!
So, I was all hooked up to the potato soup by 7 AM.
We had a long day of no progress- I had lots of visitors coming in an out to visit and then I spent the rest of the time just walking laps around the maternity ward and taking little cat naps when I could.
My Doctor came back to the hospital at 6:30 PM and checked me. After nearly 12 hours I was barely at a 4, one centimeter more then what I was at the begin with! I wanted to scream! She decided to go ahead and break my water to get things going. It definitely got things going. My contractions got stronger immediately.
At that point I was desperate for some progress. About 8 o’clock I decided to get the epidural. Within half an hour I progressed to a 6. This time the nurse said I wouldn’t be checked again until I had that “urge” to push.
Once the epidural kicked in I was getting “hot spots”. One side of my body was completely numb but the other side could feel all the pain. I also had uncontrollable shaking from the epidural. I was shaking so hard that it hurt. I had Garrett and my Mom on my sides holding me down as best as they could. The mix of emotions, the contractions and the pain finally hit and at that point I was feeling so frustrated.
Less than an hour later, I felt the crazy pressure! I asked the nurse to check me and she was reluctant but I told her I felt like he was going to fall out (if only it were that easy!). Once she checked me she just smiled and said “are you ready for a birthday? We are at a 10!” And walked out.. ten seconds later my Dr and the team of nurses came in and started getting ready for go-time! After the whole day of just wishing the labor would go faster, I just stared at my Doctor thinking “oh my gosh this is happening so fast!”. At least I thought I was thinking it. My mom later told me I was saying it out loud. Repeatedly.
At 9:45 PM, a quick four pushes later, Maverick was here! 18 inches long and 6 pounds 3 ounces.
Just like his sister- he didn’t cry. So the nurses took him to try and get him to let out that scream but he wasn’t having it. Lots of sweet little grunts, but no crying.
We knew Maverick would be smaller than Avery was when she was born (she was 8 lbs 8 oz). Those 2.5 pounds really make a difference, we couldn’t get over how tiny he seemed!
After a quick two nights in the hospital we were able to bring him home on Sunday the 17th.
Now 5 weeks later and he’s still our itty little man. He’s still in his newborn clothes and is the most snuggly, noisy baby. Those grunts he made when he was born- never went away. He grunts and squeaks all day long and almost never cries.
Just within the last week he’s become much more aware of his surroundings. He loves to stare at his toys and attempt to watch his big sister run around (when his eyes can keep up with her at least), he also loves tummy time and prefers to be held up so that he can see everything instead of cradled. He is officially obsessed with his pacifier, he only wakes up at night to eat- and usually falls right back asleep.
It already feels like he has been here forever but at the same time I feel like I was just pregnant with him. The hardest part about pregnancy, for me, is there are so many elements that you just simply cannot control. My pregnancy was a little bit of a rollercoaster. We hit a few bumps in the road- but now, I am so happy that after all the stress, the late night googling, the “what-if’s”- we have a happy and healthy baby boy home with us!