Here at last!

Isaac has arrived!

So here is the story-Tuesday night I woke up at 1:06 am with what I thought in my half asleep state was gas. 5 minutes later after I go to the bathroom, get a drink of water and then lay back down I think what if that was a contraction...and then another one starts and I realize it was! So I get up and walk it off trying to determine how far apart they are. When another one hits a few minutes later I wake up Alan and said get the car started we need to go to the hospital now! We get dressed and in between contractions I call the doctor, our doula and my sister to let them know and then we are in the car. It was freezing cold, but at least there was no fresh ice or snow to deal with!

My contractions started getting closer together and harder as we are driving and as Alan is stopping at one of the many stop signs on our way to the freeway I tell him to run them all because I was scared we were not going to make it! Somewhere along the ride I remember feeling my water break and I was thinking the is progressing MUCH faster than the last time and man do those contractions hurt (I would not suggest laboring in the car, it has to be the most uncomfortable place ever.)

We make it to the hospital and as much as I am relieved I am also still afraid this baby is going to drop out on the floor. We make it up the two elevators to the LD registration and once again even though I preregistered they can't find me in the system-annoying! (Next time around I think I will go to the hospital and sit there while they put me in the system) To the receptionist's credit she was trying to hurry as I am bent over a chair trying to will my contractions to slow down. When a nurse comes to get me she tells me that they are trying to get a room ready since they have been very busy and they are all full or dirty! Fantastic. So we walk to the closest triage room that they are trying to get ready and I get that feeling that all who have had a baby remember I am sure...and I inform the nurse that if they don't get me in a room now this baby is coming out in the hallway. So she and Alan grab me and rush me into the room, I get on the bed they had just wheeled in, they get my pants off and 2 minutes later at 2:06 am Issac was born. No doctor, no doula, just the nurse and Alan. She was a great nurse-I will forever be grateful for her. A few minutes later my doula and the on call doctor that was just down the hallway arrive and about 10 minutes later my doctor arrives to do the "clean-up." Which I was grateful for since I don't have fond memories of that part with Peter's delivery.

Despite the crazy mad dash to the hospital and my body pretty much just spitting him out, Isaac was born just perfect. Almost the exact size as Peter. He weighed 7 lbs 13 ounces and was 20 inches long. All fingers and toes intact and with dark curly hair.

Our biggest concern was that I had tested positive for Step B this go around and obviously did not have time to get an IV let alone the antibiotics to help prevent Isaac from contracting and developing any problems so after we all got settled in they had to run some blood work on him to make sure he was going to be ok.

I do not recommend the lightening speed labors that my body seems to produce but I am thankful that everything went well, that we made it to the hospital, that Alan was home, there was no traffic and that my sister and mom were able to take care of Peter while Alan and I welcomed our new little man to the family. What an entrance!

I will post more pictures and give more updates but I wanted to at least get the basics up here while I had a minute.