Sunday, October 26, 2014

Logan Howell Ferons

It's been quite some time since I last posted on my blog. I figured now is a pretty pretty good time to post again. I like to write about my experience in labor/delivery and recovery so that I will remember and my kids will have something to read back on :)

Since this was baby number 2, I was feeling pretty confident about how things were going to go during my pregnancy and for my labor and delivery. I had high expectations that I would go into labor early and produce a child that was small in size, like my last one. I should have known that God likes to do the opposite sometimes just to remind you who is really in charge :)

I was due Tue, Oct 21st. but the Tuesday before that I went into labor early in the morning. I was sure to do what all the doctors say to do: time contractions and time the space between. Contractions started coming every 4-5 minutes apart and lasting 1.5-2minutes long. After about 3 hours they picked up to be every 1-2minutes lasting 1.5-2 minutes long. This is when I called my doctor and the on-call lady told me to go ahead and come into the hospital. YAY! Baby is coming! We grabbed our pre-packed hospital bags and took Hailey over to a friends house (this was at 4:30am). We drove to the hospital, checked in, and got settled... then the contractions went away. The hospital was pretty full and so around 8am they came and sent me home and told me to come back when the contractions do... well they never did. Being sent home from the hospital is like the walk of shame!!! No baby today.

So then my due date comes a week later... and goes without event. So we schedule to be induced on Thursday, Oct 23rd. My mom came to our house the night before to stay with Hailey and see her off to preschool in the morning and then take her back to their house for the weekend. So Ryan and I got to go out to dinner together that night. The next morning we got up really early and headed to the hospital- again. They set us all up in our room and hooked me up to monitors and IVs. Around 8am they finally started the pitocin drip. It was a really small dose but it was all I needed to kick start labor in the pants! Around 10:30 I started feeling the contractions to be strong enough to require some of that nice juice to make it all go away :) I got my epidural around 10:45am and things were smooth sailing. I napped a bit and joked and laughed with Ryan. My nurse came in frequently to check my dilation and each time I was progressing more and more. She kept sounding surprised and saying, "oh yea, we're gonna have a baby by lunch!" I was skeptical. Finally around 11:30 she called my doctor and told him to hurry up and get here or else he was going to miss it! My doctor high-tailed it into the hospital and got there in time to rest a minute or two on the couch, grab a bagel, and then deliver my baby! I started pushing right around 12:15 and my sweet baby boy was born at 12:35pm. He was 8lbs 10ounces and 21 inches long (much bigger than his older sister who was 6lbs 11ounces). We named him Logan Howell Ferons (Howell is my mother's maiden name).

I did not anticipate it going so quickly! But my whole experience was perfect! It was just me, Ryan, my nurse, the baby nurse, and my doctor. It was such a calm and relaxing environment and even though it went quickly- nothing felt rushed. And as I pushed my second child into this world I was overcome with love for him and for my husband who also may have had a tear or two in his eyes (although he would probably deny it  :P ) What a miracle it is to grow a human being inside me for 40 weeks and then to labor with him into this world. God was with me every step of the way and I felt His love for me and my sweet little angel as I watched them pull him up and onto my stomach and heard his tiny cries for the first time. And saw his tiny fists and tiny toes for the first time. And even now, I see God's love every time I look at my son and my daughter. They are the most beautiful things I have ever created.

It's amazing the amount we are willing to sacrifice for these tiny humans. I continue to feel the pains of labor and delivery as my body heals. I continue to feel the pains of my body adjusting to feeding and caring for another human being. But each pain is a reminder of my love for him and is just a tiny glimps of my God and my Savior's love for me and my family. I have been so blessed these last 4 years to have married the best man in the world and to have had two beautiful children with him. I truly couldn't ask for more.