I’m home, sitting in bed, so comfy. I can go up the stairs but I haven’t tried going down yet - I imagine that will be hard. But we’re about to leave to go pick up Freebird, and bringing Baba with us. That should be an adventure - though I imagine Freebird will be happy to have his mama home. He’s been very ornery at bedtime to not have me around, according to Hubby.

I am so looking forward to sleeping in my own bed, though. Even if I get woken up a bunch of times by hungry baby, I’m so ready to sleep in the huggy bed. 

Number of times I’ve been peed on: 2

Number of times I’ve had my blood pressure taken: 6 million

Number of times I’ve taken a nap: 3

Number of times I’ve been asked by a nurse if I’ve passed gas: 4 (apparently this is VERY IMPORTANT)

Number of nurses I’ve had today: 3

Number of minutes I’d known the current nurse before I had to tell her that I’d farted up a storm all afternoon: 1

Number of hours with Baba O’Riley in my room: 12+ and counting (he hangs out with me all day then goes to the nursery at night so I can sleep)

Number of farts he’s made: countless

Number of nurses who have asked obsessively after HIS gas: 0

Number of diapers, bottles of formula, wipes, and receiving blankets that have found their way to my bag: many many many

Number of percocet I’ve taken today: 4

Number of nights left at the Hotel Percocet: 1

Baba O’Riley arrived at 9.20pm on September 14, 2007 - 7lbs. and 7 oz. Baby and mama are just fine.

The short story: after laboring all day, we never got the party started so it moved into the OR where I had a C-section. Baba arrived happy and healthy, and I am sore but there is morphine involved so I’m doing ok. We are blessed and happy to have a healthy baby boy. Thank you for all your kind thoughts throughout the day!

Pictures? But of course!

So: the good news:

Epidural is in, and I feel no pain BUT I can still wiggle my toes. I can feel the contractions but they don’t hurt. AND the anaesthesiologist? Steelers fan!

Baby is well and happy but....

DOES NOT WANT TO COME OUT. I’m almost maxed out on pitocin dose, and they’re waiting to see if I dilate more. I’m hoping I don’t end up with a c-section, but the truth is, I don’t care if the baby comes out my nose, so long as its healthy. That said, I’ve been working all day here. What the crap?!

Come ONNNN Baba! Bring it ON!

The pitocin is cranking, and my cxtns are 2-3 min apart level 6 ot 7 out of 10 according to the monitor and level “HOLY CRAP” according to me.

WHERE IS MY EPIDURAL!??!!?

I want the following things:

1. Epidural
2. easy delivery
3. FOOD OMG I AM SO HUNGRY.

Great here comes another one. WHiiiine.

I’m hooked up to 3 iv bags via 1 tube, plus a blood pressure cuff and a finger pulse-ox monitor. But I"m making Hubby wear the pulse-ox monitor on his finger because I want to type BUT I don’t want to listen to the alarm.

My water was broken, and I’m laboring.... now, hello? Anaesthesia? Pbbbbblease?! 

I’ve got an IV, a band aid where they tried to start the IV the first time (ow), and a gown that doesn’t close in the back. Baba O’Riley is happy and I am listening to the heartbeat - thumper thumper thumper. All is well.

The waiting continues. I’m still pregnant. My back hurts, my hips hurt, I can’t walk straight - it’s almost comically annoying and awful at times, especially at 3am when I wake up with an OMG NOW urge to pee and wonder if I can actually walk to the bathroom or if I should pray to grow a penis instead so I can aim at the wall or something. (Hey, it’s not like I am actually awake during these thoughts.)

Otherwise, l’shanah tovah - may you have a new year of sweetness and joy.