Thursday night, March 30, at 11:00 pm I went to the Community of San Bernardino Hospital to start my induction. They just monitored the baby and me until 5:00 am then started me on Pitocin. I was so nervous because Mylie's delivery was so long and so hard, and to top it all off I pushed for 3 hours and got a fourth degree tear. Fun stuff. But this delivery was entirely different. I asked for an epidural as soon as they would allow me one. I am the biggest contraction wimp in the world. The anesthesiologist was fantastic. What a blessing. Just like last time, the epidural was working but I still felt pain on the left side of my stomach. The anesthesiologist didn't want to give up on this epidural though. She felt like it was good so she finagled with it a little and it started working perfectly. I couldn't have been happier!
My mom came around 9:00 am to cheer me on. I'm so thankful that she could be there and also grateful for wonderful friends who were willing to have Mylie for the day. She was pretty worn out by bed time!
After waiting a few hours to dilate to a 10, I was finally ready to push a little after noon. And the miracle was that I only pushed this time for 15-20 minutes. I was expecting AT LEAST one hour! I came out with a second degree tear but compared to a fourth, that's just fine with me!
The true miracle was watching little Michael's appearance into the world on March 31, 2011 at 12:24 pm. It was amazing and beautiful and I couldn't help but cry a little. I got that feeling of pure love and joy. My heart was bursting with it, and I couldn't wait to hold and cuddle him and stare at his amazing face. To love him this much right now, here on earth, makes me realize that the love our Heavenly Father has for us is absolutely unfathomable to me. We are so blessed to have this little miracle and blessing in our lives. He weighed 7 pounds, 11 ounces and was 21.5 inches long. (Someone please tell me where this height is coming from?!)
Of course Richie was fantastic. He is hands down the best husband for me and father for our children that I could ever ask for. I am so grateful for his unconditional love, support and understanding of everything about me. He is so loving, faithful and committed to our family, and more importantly our Heavenly Father.
Mylie got to come visit her brother around 4:00 that afternoon. We had really been struggling with whether to name him Michael Kevin or William Kevin. I really like both names and neither one of us could decide, even after we saw him! Mylie was sure his name was Michael. When she got to the hospital Richie said something like, "Did you come to see baby Will?" She burst into alligator tears and kept saying over and over again, "His name isn't Will! His name is Michael!" (You can tell who won the name war.) We are very happy with the name we chose, as Michael is Richie's late father and Kevin is my dad. Thus Mylie is named after both of her grandmothers (Joleen as her middle name = Joni and Eileen combined) and Michael is named after both of his grandfathers. It couldn't be more meaningful to me.
I couldn't wait to leave the hospital and they finally discharged me around 3:00 pm on Friday. We came home to Mylie and my mom--all smiles, blue welcome balloons on the patio, and grateful hearts. We just love our little guy and Mylie has been really good with him so far.
As for me I'm healing fine and adjusting to my new sleep schedule. I have been so grateful to have both my mom and then Richie's mom here to help entertain Mylie and keep the house in order. I've been soaking up every little minute I get to spend with Michael, and at the same time feel a little guilty that I'm not spending more time with Mylie. She does need her mommy time.
|Ready to go home!|
|We thought it was funny how Michael was sleeping in his swing the other day.|
|Michael with Grandma Eileen.|