Please welcome...Boston Claire Waite!!!

So, to start off the story of Boston's arrival into our family, I have to say that my induction date finally arrived, though I was both excited and nervous.  We checked in at the hospital at 6:00 am and quickly got settled into a labor/delivery room in St. Anthony's family birth center.  I took to the bed with an IV and hospital gown while Patxi settled into the comfy couch.  Then we waited.  The Pitocin was put on a low dose to begin with, but not much happened. Then my doctor broke my water at 8:20 and I started to feel some regular contractions.  So we decided to get unhooked and walk the halls.  After about 20 minutes, they stopped.  I was so disappointed. 

Then, around 10:30 I got hooked up again, with the same level of pitocin, and my contractions came back.  Then, they increased, so much so that by 12:30 I was almost a 5 and getting my epidural.  I got labor shakes then, which is my body shaking as if it had the chills as a way to deal with the drastic changes in labor.  Anyway, it took some time to dull the pain, but then after a while I noticed that my lower left side was still hurting.  The nurses tried to move me around so that the medicine would flow to that area, with no success.  Soon the contractions were getting stronger and closer together and my lower left side was feeling all of it.  I asked for different pain medication, but couldn't get some because I already had an epidural.    The anesthesiologist couldn't come to give me more, or fix it because he was in surgery.  So I was stuck with feeling the pain.  Oh man, it sucked.

 Finally at 1:40, my anesthesiologist gets there and pumps me so full of meds, it only takes a few minutes to feel the affects.  Seconds after that, my nurse checks me and announces that she can't feel my cervix anymore and rushes to get the doctor in time.  The room gets very busy as I concentrate on not pushing until the doctor gets there.  Finally, we are ready and her head is already starting to come through.  After about three pushes with contractions and a little cut from the doctor, Boston is out and laying on my chest.  She surprised me because she hardly made a sound, and she was smaller than I expected.

So Boston Claire Waite was born August 11, 2010 at 1:58 pm, weighing 6 pounds, 4 ounces, measuring 19 inches in length.

The stomach flu, bladder infection, and "You're like a two"

To begin the story correctly, I have to start with Saturday night.  Patxi, Valin, and I ate at a local diner to mix things up a bit.  But later that night Patxi started to feel sick, which was strange because he never does.  But I thought that it might have been the prime rib he ate that night and prayed that a good-night's rest would set him right.  Well, 8:30 comes around Sunday morning (church is at 9:00) and he is still in bed stating that he still feels sick to his stomach.  So I quickly get Valin ready and off to church we go, hands full with my 18 month old and my primary things because I was teaching a new song that day.  Then halfway through sacrament meeting, I started to feel a little queasy.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was going to get sick.  So I said a little prayer that I'd get through Singing Time.  Miraculously, I didn't feel sick while I was teaching, in between those times, yes I did, but not during.  I was totally blessed.  I pretty much raced home and got Valin some lunch, just in time for me to re-encounter my breakfast in the bathroom toilet.

Well, of course after that I felt better and knew that I should at least try to eat something, for the baby's sake.  It didn't take long for the few pretzels and nectarine I ate to rebel being in my stomach and escape through my mouth.  The only good news was the fact that I was getting contractions, even though the thought of going into labor was the farthest from my mind at that point.  I did occur to me that this might be how Heavenly Father was going to help me progress to a 2 of a 3 cm.  Interesting how he works, isn't it.  Anyway, my next goal was to keep from getting dehydrated, so I sipped as much water as I thought was safe.  At 5:00 that evening, I threw that up too.  Man, I couldn't even keep water down.  However, I was determined to stay hydrated, so I tried eating saltines and chewing on ice next.  It worked.  Plus Nicki, my sister-in-law, offered to go to the store and buy me some 7up to help settle my stomach.  Since the "ox was in the Myer" I said, "heck yes!" It totally worked.  I still had stomach cramps and contractions, but at least I wasn't throwing up anymore.

So today I woke up hoping, praying, and worried about my doctor's appointment.  This was the one that would determined if I progressed enough for him to safely inducement me on the 4th or if we would keep the 11th.  Well, I woke up to a bladder infection brought on from the severe lack of liquids of the day before.  I usually throw back 96 oz of water a day and yesterday I was lucky if I keep down 16.  So, I was not feeling good at all as I walk into the doctor's office.  He did inform me that I had progressed to a 2, which was good news.  But, since I was feeling so sick (and Patxi too), he decided to stick with the 11th so I had time to get over this flu and infection before I would have to tax my body with labor.  Though I was some what disappointed, he was right, I didn't feel like going into to labor, especially since Patxi felt so crummy too.  But I was a 2, and that means when we do feel better and will try things that give contractions, I am more likely to progress into labor.  So, I'm not distrot, I just have a strong hope that I'll go on my own this week ,as soon as we feel better.

So, that's it for this crazy -long story.  Hope you enjoyed this novel of an update.  Hopefully the next post I'll do is of our daugther's birth!