Thatcher Nicholas

Pinch me, because I think I'm dreaming.

He is here.

Thatcher Nicholas was born last night December 10th

at 9:42 pm.

He weighed in at a perfect 7lbs 12.8 oz and was 20 inches long

 

So, the whole story...

On the 3rd (I believe) I had a doctors appointment.

We talked about baby size and how big I felt he might be. We also discussed a possible induction for the next week I was sort of uncomfortable with that as now, the hospital makes you do a amnio to determine lung development. It felt way over the top and very invasive to me. So, I told my doctor I'd like to get another weight estimate via ultra sound before we made any decisions the following week.

 

About and hour later Daniel and I headed over for the ultrasound. They were guessing him at 8lbs 3 oz if I remember right. Its amazing how fast your can forget little details like that. That weight estimate sort of put me into panic mode as I really did not want a repeat of Paytin's birth. Even with that I was still very against the idea of an amnio.

 

A few days latter I had a non stress test and at the end of it the nurse tells me Admir  (my doctor)

had to told her to tell me to make sure I made it to my appointment on the 9th, we had to talk.

On the 9th Daniel and I went to my appointment

Admir starts out with well I've talked with some other OB's

about what they would do and they are all in agreement with what Im thinking. After looking at your last ultrasound his head and feamer are  measuring 37 weeks but his tummy is measuring 40.

What that generally means was going to have wide shoulders and that's what I have problems with.

He said it was completely up to us but to be safe he would really like to see me deliver the next day.

He checked to see if I made anymore progress but I was still at a 4.

He left Daniel and I to discuss the options for a bit.

I left a lot of it up to Daniel. At that point I was so confused I didn't think I could make a rational decision.  Daniel felt like risking the both of us was worse than the amnio and I have to say I agreed even though I really didn't want to.

When Admir came back we told him to go ahead and scheadule us for the next moring at 8 for the amnio.

After my appointment we went and got groceries for the house. I didn't want to have to think about running to the store at all once we got home. The ride home was full of calls and making plans.

When we got home and told the girls they were so excited. We picked up the house so it would be sure to be guest ready for when we got home. Then we all settled in a watch Hitch. I think that's the name of the movie. The one with Will Smith...

 

When morning came we dropped the girls off with my parents and headed for the city

On the way we stopped at Subway and got breakfast. This wasn't my first rodeo and there was no way in hell this girl was going all day without eating when they probably wouldn't even get things started till way latter in the day.

I must have been quit cause Daniel kept asking me why I wasn't excited. I was excited but I really don't think the realization of the fact that after such a long time we were finally getting our baby.

 

We got to St Lukes right at 8 am. They put us in my favorite observation room I had while doing non stress tests. We were checked in by an admitting nurse that seemed to have a crush on my doctor.

When she saw who my doctor was she was all

"oh don't you think he smells sooooo good"

I was like well yes, I guess he does.

Hadnt really thought about it before.

and

she was all

"I made some of the nurses here find out what he wears"

Oh, my LOL.

 

After a bit I got my first nurse of the day, whom I LOVED.  She had just the right sense of humor and calmed my nurves about the amnio. As much as they could be calmed anyway. She got me a gown and we were in business. After a bit my doctor showed up. Then the doctor who was doing the amnio. My doctor didn't do it as he is not an OB. The a whole crowd of nurses. Fun times. I was seriously panicking at this point. I mean a needle going through all of that just doesn't sound like a good thing. They kept telling me everyone works themselves up way more than what the pain actually is.

The ultrasound techs found a pocket of fluid and we were ready. Well, they were ready I was not.

Count down from three. 3, 2, 1 and you know what?! I didn't feel a thing. Nothing more then a shot. Really less.

Ok, that wasn't so bad....

 

Results in an hour they said. While we waited we watched TV and talked though I don't really remember about what. Around 10 a.m. they came back with the results that his lungs were mature and we could proceed with induction. 

 

Awhile latter we got to our birthing suite. We didn't get room 2 this time though. We had hoped to get that room as both the girls were born in that room. We got room # 4 were we proceeded to wait and wait some more until around 12:30 when they broke my water and started Pitocin. I made it till around 2:30 before I had my epidural. Up until this one I thought epidurals were a gift from God. However, if I ever find the anesthesiologist who gave me this one Id still kick him and hard. He seemed to be in a big hurry and pushed so hard that I cried. Never had an epidural hurt so bad and work so crappy. While I never felt any pain I could however feel my catheter and at that point only mild pressure. Nothing very eventful took place after that. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Around 3:30 I was a 6, around 6 p.m. I was an 8 and about 9 pm I was finally a 9. Around 8 however is were my epidural really started to show it sucky colors and all I could feel was intense pressure almost all the time as my contractions were so close together. We waited for my contactions to do all the work and bring him all the way down.

 

Around  9:35 they called Amir in and we got ready to push. Three pushes latter out came Thatcher quick fast and in a hurry at 9:42 p.m.

Love at first sight

and you know what my first  bonkers thought was,

 I want to do that again. 

I wanted to make another baby, like, immediately.  The miracle of life is so big, and the rush of love is so potent, I cant help it I'm hooked.

Daddy is hooked to cause about 5 minutes later he said the same thing.

.

I couldn't wait to get ahold of him. When I did he took to nursing like he had done it before.

 I held him for forever my miracle I prayed for so many years looking right at me with those beautiful slate blue eyes.

Nothing in this word compares to the first time you hold that little baby.

It imprints on your heart you will never forget.