Finally … our Baby Lincoln has arrived.
Just a day past his due date … we welcomed Sir Lincoln on Sunday evening, 10:48pm weighing 7 lbs 8 oz and 20 inches long.
Just like with Emmett and Fletcher … I struggled to know if it was really "the" time to go in. I had many contractions over the weekend … which was really no different than the entire pregnancy. But by 6pm on Sunday night … I decided it was time.
We rolled in to the hospital at 7. In spite of all of the contractions I had been having … now 4 minutes apart … I still was showing no progress since my last doctor appointment. Only dilated to a "2". I was frustrated and the nurse sent me walking laps around the floor without admitting me. She told me to "walk" for the next hour and then she would re-check me and decide if I could be admitted.
Yep. I was officially "that" person walking around the floor in my backless gown barefoot. I did find a lovely hospital robe to cover me a bit.
From 7:30 to 8:30 I walked … with each lap, the contractions seemed to intensify and as the clock inched closer to 8:30, I could no longer walk through the contractions and we had to take breaks every 3 minutes to let the contractions pass. Who knew this walking the floor thing actually might be working.
At 8:30 the nurse had me lie down and she said she would be back to check me at 9:00. (I was like, WTF? It's been an hour.)
She came back at nine … I was now dilated to a three.
It was enough to admit me. But are you serious, that much pain and only a three? You've got to be kidding me. This was way worse than the last two deliveries.
I had been on the fence about getting drugs. Emmett was a 12-hour labor with an epideral. Fletcher was a four-hour labor with no time for drugs. If I could have another "fast" labor I would skip the drugs. But at this rate and with this much pain, drugs felt like a necessity.
She officially checked me in and called my doctor. My doctor arrived at 9:45 … She came to break my water and I was now a five. They started an IV so I could get an epideral. I was surprised to advance that quickly and hoped that I still had time for it. Apparently they needed to get one bag of fluids in my system before the anesthesiologist could administer the epideral so they started fluids. This process would take about 20-minutes.
It got to be 10:15 … and they checked me again. I was an eight.
And at 10:48 … Lincoln made his appearance!
Lincoln is beautiful. His complexion is perfect and he has a perfectly shaped head of dark, dark hair. He is a beauty.
Being a third-time Mommy, I was excited to get out of the hospital. We spent just over 24-hours there …
Lincoln's first visitors … Big Brothers Emmett + Fletcher.
The boys were so excited to meet their new brother. They looked at him in awe and gave him plenty of kisses and hugs.
|and enjoyed a few new presents from Lincoln.|
Our new family photo … Party of Five.
We were thrilled for visitors to see Baby Lincoln! Amazing Nanny Tina, Grandma Candy, Grandpa + Grandma Julkowski, and Auntie Terri and Holly.
And bright and early Tuesday morning … it was time to head home.
This is such a horrible photo … but I have the same photo with Emmett and Fletcher so it felt like a necessary photo to capture. Don't look at my hair. Or my face.
A quick stop for coffee and we headed home …
Brutus says … "You've got to be kidding me. Another one?"
Just wait Brutus … the real fun has yet to begin.