A baby story...part 2

Between the time I was admitted and the time Jordan arrived, 3-nurses attended to me. The first nurse was OK but she couldn't find a vein on me to put the IV. Ummm...did I mention my fear of needles? Needless to say, I was ready to leave at that point. She had to call another nurse to put the IV in.

Nurse #2, was a nay sayer!!! She came in and her first words were "we have a problem!" Apparently, during my contractions, the baby's heart rate dipped. She alerted my OB and they decided that contrary to my birth plan, I won't be allowed to walk the halls. Instead, I was now confined in bed.
Shortly after 6pm, the baby's heart rate was consistently dipping and as a result, the doctor suggested a C-Section. I couldn't even process this. How did I go from wanting an all natural delivery to having a c-section? I started to cry and my mom and sister in Atlanta started to pray. I have to blog about my sister in Atlanta. She was praying the entire time I was in labor. She wasn't in the room physically but I felt her there.

God heard the prayers of my family. There was only one anesthesiologist in L & D that night and due to an emergency c-section, he was unavailable.

Around 7pm, the contractions got worse and I said I was ready to push. The doctor came in and said I was at 8cm and needed to wait a little while longer. Needless to say, the option for a c-section was now out the window since miraculously, everything was progressing great. She said within the next 2 hours, I would have my baby in my arms. She was right.
At approximately 9:20pm, I was told I could start pushing. My little JOE made her debut at 9:32pm. She came out screaming and I knew she'd be ok. J cut the cord and per my instructions, stayed with JOE from there on out.
Hubby was great the entire time. He encouraged me when I thought I couldn't do it and he was patient with me in everything. Gotta love that man.

I unfortunately had second degree tear so I had to get some stitches. The road to recovery hasn't been great but seeing the look on my daughter's face makes it all worth it.

Here are some more pictures of our little JOE. I just love looking at her and taking pictures of her. She is changing already.
One is of me before I was asked to push...yeah...that smile was strained!

PS:
My push gift to myself (not to be confused with my push gift from hubby which I am yet to pick out) was a new iPad 2. I hope to get back to blogging more now during my nightly pump sessions.