We are home. I stayed at my mother's a few days and babymooned and I am home now.
Like Peony mentioned, we had an Election Day baby. The name we picked was Dominic Jose. Dominic after St. Dominic and Jose after St.Joseph and my husband's grandfather.
He is doing very well, nurses like a trooper and no sign of colic. I am on cloud nine. He is just so tiny and so cute.
The birth went well and was actually kind of funny. On Tuesday (11/2) the doctor came in and broke my water at around 9.30 am. For a couple opf hours we watched ER and Judging Amy on TNT much to my husband's chagrin while the nurses kept coming in and asking me if I was having contractions. I was having a few mild ones, but the nurse said it was not enough and they might have to put me on pitocin. Yuck. The monitor showed contractions every 7 minutes, so they decided to check me. Thankfully, I was in labor and did not need to go on pitocin. After that they filled up the tub for me which was a relief because I did start to have one or two contractions. Also, the gravity relief was awesome. The only thing was my husband got the remote control and changed Judging Amy to annoying sitcoms. I think I got in the tub around 2, and my husband started watching I think the Steve Harvey Show which I never heard of and remembered that during a couple of nasty contractions wishing badly he would just turn the darn thing off. At about 2.10, they sent their medical school studen t to ask me some questions. I remember his name-Dr. Garrick Tong- and he was just too young and cute and I wanted him to go away. Actually I wanted them all to go away, but it all seemed a bit more humiliating with handsome young doctors around. So like I said it was around 2:15 and the nurse came in and asked how many contractions I had and if I felt any pressure. I said I had like one bad one at the point but no pressure and they were about 3 minutes apart. They were very specific that I could not deliiver in the tub and needed the doctor there when I delivered due to the gestational diabetes. So I told them that psychologically I was feeling with each contraction that I wanted to stop and go home, so that was probably a sign things were moving right along and maybe they should check me. The nurse said "Ok" she will call the doctor and left. The next contraction was a long hard one and in the middle of it changed to a "pushing" contraction. My husband said I screamed to which he asked "is everything alright?"
I said "no, the baby's head is out".
I never, ever saw my husband look so anxious as then. He called the nurse in and the nurse started yelling for other nurses. Apparently there was a midwife there who picked me up and said "OK, out of the water" (I was not allowed to deliver in the water due to the GD). I remember thinking first "you gotta be kidding" and then "take one step, then another" I also remember asking if I was going to squish his head by walking. Thed bed was two steps away and I made it to the bed. I reached for the other side of the bed, got one knee up to climb up, and my husband caught the baby.
The maternity ward nicknamed Dominic "Speedy".
