Davis Paul Carter (named after my dad) was born on Friday at 5:00 pm. He was 8 pounds even and 20.5 inches long. He's a furry little animal like my others, except his hair is a silvery blonde!
He's made of velvet--he's the softest and best-smelling little guy ever. I could snuggle and nuzzle him all the rest of my days. Here's the story . . . .
I went to the doctor Friday morning and I was dilated to a four. The doctor stripped my membranes and I expected that would send me into labor since that was exactly how I had my other three. I had hired house cleaners that morning, had a fresh pedicure, had my mother-in-law lined up to babysit--I was ready to go. I went to the gym and did some cardio (I was not leaving this to chance) and by lunchtime I was feeling contraction-y. I had been feeling contraction-y for about a month though (hence being dilated to a four) so I still thought I had a long time to go. My mother-in-law called at 2:30 and said she'd drive up from Hollister (an hour away) even though I wasn't in labor yet just to be safe.
Chris and Davis
I sent her at text at 2:36 saying that was a good thing because the contractions were getting real. Thank goodness she left when she did, because when she got to my house the contractions were getting intense, even though I'd been having them for less than an hour. We snapped a couple pictures and hopped in the car for the hospital.
Ha ha, Ashley's having a contraction!
The contractions started to really hurt on the way over, and by the time I got to my hospital room they were brutal. Here I am just getting to the delivery room--the clock shows it's 4:20--40 minutes before he was born!
After I changed I made Tyler go find a nurse because I was sure the baby was coming soon. I was dilated to a 7 at that point, and I was begging for an epidural. They did paperwork and got my iv in, all the while I was having excruciating contractions. I declared that I really needed to push but I did NOT want to have that baby without an epidural. They checked me again (probably around 4:45) and I was ready to go. They said I could try to hold off and they could try to get the epidural or I could just have the baby right then and have it over with. This may have been the scariest moment of my life--neither of those options was good. The contractions were killing me beyond belief and I couldn't bear to wait out any more of them without pushing. So I decided to just get it over with asap. The doctor came in and seemed to take forever to suit up (meanwhile she was joking with Tyler and I remember being completely and entirely unamused). When she was ready I got to push and it was just ridiculously painful--there are no words but at least it was fast. Let me declare here and now while it's fresh in my memory that natural delivery was horrendous and that, should I ever by any chance become pregnant again, I must do all in my power to have a slow, relaxed, heavily-medicated labor.
Thankfully as soon as the delivery was over I felt a million times better and I was able to enjoy the little guy.
They cleaned him up right there in the delivery room and my mother-in-law brought the big boys over to visit.
They moved me to a recovery room and I was absolutely delighted to get a private one (the last two times I got moved to shared rooms). I really liked delivering in the evening because I got to eat dinner, relax for a bit, and then go to sleep. (All my other boys came in the morning after laboring all through the night.) I spent Friday cuddling with Davis and having visits from Tyler's family. (My mom is coming on Friday.)
Ashley and Tyler's dad
Davis--one day old.
It was so nice having Tyler's mom with my kids because Tyler got to spend most of the day at the hospital with me. We ate candy and watched Downton Abby.
I got discharged this morning.
As nice as it was to relax in the hospital, I was getting a little antsy and ready to feel like a real person again.
I'm sure I'll be ready to go back after a few days of this:
I'm off to soak up the little guy!