Hudson.James

This is a quick, out of order blog post with pictures from Hudson's birth. I had five minutes today, so this is what we get. :] 

Hudson was born on March 22, 2015. He was 6 lbs 14 oz and 19 inches long. 

After being in labor for what felt like an eternity (I was put on bedrest at about 30 weeks, and the contractions never really went away entirely.) Hudson finally came to our family. Friday the 20th I started to feel like the contractions were getting more intense, and they weren't really going away. After a billion trips up to the hospital, we ignored them. A few hours later we finally called my parents and told them what was up. I think my mom was more ready than I was for Hudson to come, because they jumped in the car and got a hotel, even though we weren't going anywhere yet. That night was the first time I didn't try to stop the contractions, and they never got stronger or closer together. Just kept on coming, consistent and annoying. Saturday we hung out with my parents, got lunch, went shopping and continued to have these totally annoying contractions that were driving everyone crazy. I finally called Logan Regional because I knew my doctor was on call, but got a different doc on the phone. When I told her my history with Ethan, and this baby she said I had two options really, either ignore the contractions and just take it totally easy, or go for a really long walk and see if I could kick them up higher. We choose the latter. After wandering around for about an hour, we got the contractions a little more intense, so decided to head up to the hospital at about 6:00 pm on Saturday. When they admitted me, they took me to the big labor and delivery rooms, not the smaller ones I had been in oh so often, so I was feeling hopeful. I was even more hopeful when she popped the monitor up and we all saw those big waves every few minutes. I have never been so happy to see those little mountains of joy. After being checked, I was a 4, and calling the doctor, we decided I would stay. In an hour Dr. Blackett would come, and I would have either progressed on my own, or she would just break my water for me. (I think she was also super ready to get this baby here and stop all my complaining) After being hooked up to an IV, we popped out the cards and just hung out. I think I asked the nurse like 200 times if we were really doing this, or if I would be going home. She probably thought I was crazy since they had already broken my water and it was impossible for me to leave. But I still couldn't really believe it. After a few hours, I decided to get an epidural. I remembered the misery of Ethan's labor, and although I really wanted to have as natural as a birth as I could get, I didn't to relive that with all of my children. At that point, when I decided to get it, all the relaxation went out the window and the contractions hurt. And in true fashion the anesthesiologist took FOREVER. Once we got that going all was well again, and about an hour later I was ready to push. This was the weirdest thing. My doctor came in, and raised my bed. Higher. Higher. Higher. I was pretty much level with Troy's chin. I was terrified of falling out and was totally confused. Apparently, my doctor likes to stand. As soon as I was ready to push my contractions slowed way way down. So, for the entire 10 minutes I was pushing, a large majority of it was me just sitting there way up in the sky with a room full of people. I seriously felt like I was majorly unprepared and needed jokes or great stories or something. Hudson was born at 1:23, and all was well. Troy and I were amazed at how small he was compared to Ethan, and we thought they looked so much a like. We recovered quickly in the hospital, and were able to go home after the 24 hours. Ethan loves him, we love him, and we are so lucky he's here. 

This is a side by side of Ethan and Hudson. Ethan is on the left, Hudson is on the right.