This little boy kept us on our toes during the pregnancy with one issue (albeit small in the scheme of things) after another and then at the end he kept faking us out making us think he was coming but after a few hours all the contractions would end. We decided to induce one day before his due date and I'm glad I did. Made me feel like he was actually going to come instead of me being pregnant forever with a fake-out every couple days.
At my last appointment I was 3.5 centimeters and the day before the induction I was having some really hard contractions, especially in my back so we prepared to go but alas, it ended after a few hours. Honestly, we would have gone in the night before (the Dr. told us to) but I really wanted him to have the 6-10-16 birthday :)
The morning of the induction we sent Jane off to school with Grandma Ann and the other two kiddos while Brandt and I headed to breakfast at Le Peep, where we'd never been before. It was quite the hilarious breakfast, with Brandt's meal being sent back two times because it kept being wrong and me finishing before it was brought out the third time. We laughed a lot that morning. I love that guy. I'm so glad he is my husband. We asked for the check and they ended up comping our entire meal! Way to start out the morning!
We got to the hospital at 10am, got situated, they started the antibiotics around noon and then pitocin a few hours after that finished. This time the antibiotic didn't hurt which I was super nervous about. They were careful to up the pitocin because baby's heart was either a little high or a little low so they didn't want to stress him out. Between that and the fact that they were busy it was a VERY slow and boring process. I finally got the epidural after a few painful contractions because the anesthesiologist was available which was different for me because I normally wait till I'm really hurting. Getting it so early made it so I wasn't really in any pain the whole delivery! Something that did happen though was a fairly good size mental freak out. Apparently, the anesthesiologist is known for putting more narcotic in the epidural and I apparently don't do well with that. Normally I just feel itchy all over but this time I started feeling really weird and hot, my heart was racing and then all of a sudden BAM! I started freaking out, trying to get out of bed, pulling my cords off and ugly crying. Brandt was really worried and called the nurses in while trying to calm me down. They came in trying to reassure me everything was fine and I knew it was but I couldn't get the strange feeling out of me for a while. Once it left, after she turned down the medicine a little, I was hit with SUPER tiredness. I kept falling in and out of sleep the rest of the time.
They broke my water about 7pm (which finally made the contractions get more frequent and consistent) and around 8:35pm (?) I felt the pressure I knew meant it would be time to push. They told me to tell them when it came but I didn't want to have to push for a while so after I felt the pressure 3 times I told Brandt I had it and that I would let them know after two more. Well, after one more time of feeling it I knew I couldn't wait to tell them so we called and they came right in. The Dr. checked and immediately said, "Yup" and got ready. I thought it was a little weird that there was only her and a nurse there to deliver but they were all that was needed. As they got me ready to push, the Dr. said, "Oh, yup. I see his head without you even pushing!" We waited for a contraction to come and when it did I pushed and less than a minute later (at 8:57pm) he was out! They were just laughing at how easy it was. I was laughing because I was SO grateful it was as easy (the easiest) as my other babies.
And there he was! Our little Fox! Well, not little because he was 8lbs 3oz (1+lb more than Boston, 2+ more than Jane and 3lbs more than Wendy) and 21.5 inches long! Luckily his size didn't make it harder for him to deliver! Though he was bigger than my other kids he was still so tiny! I got to snuggle him for a while while the Dr. finished up and I loved holding him on the outside of me. He's a sweet little dude.
The epidural was really strong so one of my legs finally stopped feeling numb by noon the next day but it was ok because I just got to rest with Logan in the nursery overnight. The next day Brandt and Wendy came to hang out and Wendy is just IN LOVE! I knew she would be. She's been asking for him to come for nine months, kissing/hugging my belly multiple times a day and talking about him non-stop. She just wants to hold him every second she can and has the happiest "I won the lottery" look on her face while she carefully holds him. Later on Brandt and Wendy came back with Boston, Jane and Grandma. Boston was really hesitant and distant from me and the baby for a while and then decided he wanted to do what his sisters were doing (having a pillow on his lap with the baby on top) but I think he's going to struggle with jealously. Jane was cute holding Logan. She looked like such a big, mature girl with him in her arms. Things got a little crazy so we decided it was time for the kids to go.
Wenders and her new best friend:
Brandt stayed behind so we could hash out a name for this kid because we had NO idea what it would be. Finally we decided on Logan Fox. Logan because we both liked the name and 3 of my siblings recommended it within a minute of each other while we were choosing so I asked Brandt about it and we both felt it sounded right. Fox because he came home many months ago with name suggestions and Fox was one of them. I told the girls that dad wanted to name the baby Fox and it stuck! That's what we'd been calling him since that day. Though, the kids came up with loads of variations... Clover Fox, Foxine, Foxy, Foxy Brown (Wendy's latest that I kind of love). We will probably still call him Fox with Logan thrown in there when he's in trouble :)
Big sister Janie with baby Fox. She looks so old!
I'm so grateful everything went so well. He didn't even have any health issues like the other kids did after birth and he knew just what to do for nursing right away. He's got some really blonde hair so it'll be interesting if it stays. The other kids had really dark hair that lightened up over time. He looks like Boston (we actually keep calling him Boston...) so we'll see in a little while who he actually turns out looking like.
My three boys!
Grandma Ann and little Fox:
Little Logan Fox, we are so happy you're here! We will love you and teach you and try our darndest to protect you from your crazy brother and sisters. We are excited to be your family!
Here are some random pictures I took of him on my phone throughout the hospital stay:
"Why did that just happen!? I was so comfortable in there!"
The view from my bed. I love it.
Just relaxing with me and enjoying the peace and quiet before we go home!