Lizzie napped for a while while I got ready. 
While I was packing my hospital bag Lizzie brought me this picture of John. I set it beside me as they started the pitocin, and felt sure he was there.
When Lizzie woke up the pitocin hadn't started to kick in yet, so we read some stories together. Things were going a little too well.
When the pitocin did start to kick in, things got crazy pretty quick. I was sure I was going to die. I planned on a long labor (Lizzie took 18 hours), and I think the nurse expected it to take a lot longer too. I went from feeling OK to dying in a few minutes. When I was finally able to communicate to the nurse that I was ready for the epidural it was a little late. It took a long time for the doctor to come, and when he did get there he had to administer it very slowly because I have low blood pressure. Unfortunately it didn't kick in until I was ready to start pushing. After the 4th push the doctor said the baby's heart rate had dropped significantly and told me I had to get the baby out on the next push. I believed him and made the 5th push the last.
I've never experienced such extraordinary pain, but it's amazing how you forget it even happened as soon as that baby is in your arms. I just stared at my little angel, not even caring that a giant fishhook looking things was being used to stich up my episiotomy.
John Edward Jones II was born at 7:23 pm on Tuesday June 15th. He was 8lbs 2oz and 19in long. The nurse had to rough him up a bit because he didn't want to cry.
Lizzie is pretty excited about her new little brother. The whole experience went over really well thanks to a lot of help from my mom, dad, brother Nathan, and friend Caroline. Nathan ("Nate") showed Lizzie the wonders of a wheelchair, which I'm sure everyone on the maternity floor really appreciated. Caroline ("RaRa") was there to play with her every time we needed an extra hand, and my sweet dad ("Papa") took care of her every night while my mom stayed with me in the hospital. My mom ("Moomoo") took care of pretty much everything else. Thank heavens for family.
Baby John brought Lizzie a present, a duck purse filled with treats and a locket for a picture of the 2 of them. That was my mom's brilliant idea. Now lizzie doesn't want to go anywhere without her duck purse.
Thursday afternoon we ditched the hospital wardrobe and came home exhausted but happier than ever. I feel so blessed to have the two most wonderful kids in the world, and I'm excited to start life as a family of 4!
While I was packing my hospital bag Lizzie brought me this picture of John. I set it beside me as they started the pitocin, and felt sure he was there.
When Lizzie woke up the pitocin hadn't started to kick in yet, so we read some stories together. Things were going a little too well.
When the pitocin did start to kick in, things got crazy pretty quick. I was sure I was going to die. I planned on a long labor (Lizzie took 18 hours), and I think the nurse expected it to take a lot longer too. I went from feeling OK to dying in a few minutes. When I was finally able to communicate to the nurse that I was ready for the epidural it was a little late. It took a long time for the doctor to come, and when he did get there he had to administer it very slowly because I have low blood pressure. Unfortunately it didn't kick in until I was ready to start pushing. After the 4th push the doctor said the baby's heart rate had dropped significantly and told me I had to get the baby out on the next push. I believed him and made the 5th push the last.
I've never experienced such extraordinary pain, but it's amazing how you forget it even happened as soon as that baby is in your arms. I just stared at my little angel, not even caring that a giant fishhook looking things was being used to stich up my episiotomy.
John Edward Jones II was born at 7:23 pm on Tuesday June 15th. He was 8lbs 2oz and 19in long. The nurse had to rough him up a bit because he didn't want to cry.
I don't know what I would have done without my sweet mom. She was by my side the whole time. 
Lizzie is pretty excited about her new little brother. The whole experience went over really well thanks to a lot of help from my mom, dad, brother Nathan, and friend Caroline. Nathan ("Nate") showed Lizzie the wonders of a wheelchair, which I'm sure everyone on the maternity floor really appreciated. Caroline ("RaRa") was there to play with her every time we needed an extra hand, and my sweet dad ("Papa") took care of her every night while my mom stayed with me in the hospital. My mom ("Moomoo") took care of pretty much everything else. Thank heavens for family.
Baby John brought Lizzie a present, a duck purse filled with treats and a locket for a picture of the 2 of them. That was my mom's brilliant idea. Now lizzie doesn't want to go anywhere without her duck purse.
Thursday afternoon we ditched the hospital wardrobe and came home exhausted but happier than ever. I feel so blessed to have the two most wonderful kids in the world, and I'm excited to start life as a family of 4!
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