Our Precious Logan is Here

It is times like this that I really wish I were a better story teller. But I am not, and I am still going to share the story of Logan's arrival. Luckily you won't be able to tell if I don't make it through without shedding a few tears.

Tuesday I went to my weekly appointment and hadn't really progressed any. I had thinned out more but was no more dilated than the previous four weeks. The doctor knew I was anxious to meet the little guy, so he stripped my membranes but made sure I understood that it might not do anything. He also let me set an induction date for Monday, January 25, if I made it that far.

The next morning, Wednesday, January 20th, I woke up at around 4:00 am with pains. I tend to second guess myself and wouldn't quite let myself believe that they were contractions. I felt 90% of the pain in my buttocks area, and I had never quite heard of those kind of contractions before. I didn't want to wake Jeremy up any sooner than I needed to, so I got out of bed and tried to distract myself. I cleaned a little bit, read, tried to sleep a little bit more, all the while trying to figure out how long these "pains" were. I was still planning on heading into work, if only for a few hours, to get some stuff done that I hadn't gotten done the day before. So I showered and did my hair, then finally woke Jeremy up. By this point I was thinking that they probably were labor pains, and that they were consistently getting closer together. So, I finally decided that Jeremy could drive me to work and that he should PROBABLY not go to school. Once we got in the car, I decided that work was not an option. Jeremy called the hospital to ask if we should go in. They said to wait until the contractions were longer. I should explain that although I was in a lot of pain, I had it in my head that labor would be a LOT more painful, so when they said wait, I didn't really second guess them. Well, we got to my parent's house (which is only 3 minutes away from the hospital), and after being there for around 15 minutes my mom told me TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL. I guess she figured I was in enough pain.

We got to labor and delivery at around 9:00, and I told them that I was having some pretty bad contractions and they led us to a room. The lady initially told me to just undress from the waist down until they could check me, but I had a contraction while she was in there and she said "You are pretty uncomfortable, aren't you?" When I said yes, she said to just go ahead and undress the whole way and put a robe on. So a nurse came in and finally checked to see how far along I was. Well, she just starts laugh-ing. "You'll never guess where you are at." Jeremy, jokingly, says 8 (I didn't want to talk if I didn't have to.) She says "Nope. (more laughing) You're at a 10." I guess it was decided that I could be admitted. So she got everything set up and was asking me all these questions, which I was in no mood to answer. Because my water hadn't broken yet, I could still get an epidural. I said to hurry and get the anesthesiologist in there quick before it did. Boy, did that feel good. My mom and Jeremy would tell me that I was having a contraction, and I had no idea. It was awesome. Once the epidural fully kicked in, the nurse had me start pushing. After about four pushes she calls another nurse and says to have the doctor come in STAT. I thought that just meant that the baby was ready to come. When the doctor came in a few minutes later, he told me that he was going to give me an episiotomy and use a suction to help the baby come out. After all was said and done, I found out that his heart rate had gotten down to 60 bpm, and anything under 100 is cause for concern. But, little Logan came out as good as could be, so much so that they gave him right to me. It is such an amazing feeling to hold your little baby in your arms for the first time. He was just perfect!!! He was 8 lb 12 oz and 21 inches long, born at 10:37 am, January 20, 2010. I think he looks like his dad; which I am more than okay with.

Everything has gone smoothly. I have recovered quite well and he has been a perfect angel. He loves to suck, which is great because he loves his binky. And when his binky falls out or I am switching sides, he automatically starts to suck on his hand. In fact, he did it within his first hour of life. He loves to be swaddled, it automatically calms him down, and he's got the cutest little "smile." It already makes me sad to think of him being a week, a month, three months old. I want him to stay this small forever. But I know that I will love every stage.

I feel and know that I am so blessed. I have a wonderful, healthy baby and a wonderful husband who makes a great dad. I don't know what I did to deserve all of it, and I probably don't, but I'll take it. I already feel so much love for the little guy and know that it will just get stronger every day. Thank you to you all for your love and support and best wishes. We are truly grateful for it all.

The little guy. He does NOT like it when he's not swaddled.

The proud daddy.

Our little family with the good doctor.

Mommy and Logan.

Grandma Lombardi with her favorite grandchild. :D

First bath.

Nice and warm!

Look at all that dark hair!

The hospital treated us to a "romantic dinner for two" our last night. Hmm, maybe I should have dressed up a little bit more.

Dressed to go home. Aren't I so cute?

There he is, sucking on his hand! Yeah, I accidentally grabbed 3 months pants. Oops!

Daddy is in love.

First night in the crib. He actually didn't spend too much time in it!