3 week WTF?

3 weeks in and FINALLY getting the hang of this "mom" thing. Realizing I may just need to try to make these postings a bit more daily and try to keep people more up to date.

-REWIND-
Back to Sept. 10, 2010, 7 am I had an ultrasound done at the hospital because my dr had estimated that the baby was too big for me to handle and I had NST that day anyway. The ultrasound tech estimated baby Kaiden at 9+ lbs. and told me that they would probably keep me and want to do a cesarean [HELL NO!]  Not that I have anything against c-secs but I personally would like to not have a scalpel plunged into my already stretched marked skin to create yet, another "personality mark" to my body. I don't care if people believe it will create "character". Anyhow, so he was estimated at being a big baby and I was told my amniotic fluid level was low and to tell the nurses up in L&D the same.

8am- I'm doing NST for maybe 10-15 minutes before the dr walks in with my file and says "Yeah, we're gonna go ahead and keep you." So, after having my fiance call in the troops and sitting in the room for awhile with him, my mom finally shows up. This all happening AFTER the dr's keep trying desperately to talk me into a c-section.

12:30pm- Im being induced and labor isnt progressing but the good news is, I'll be able to eat soon. By this point, I am inevitably starving and luckily, my "sister" shows up to leave with my mom to go get me food and by the time they get back at about 3 I am able to scarf down a whole cheeseburger, fries & a sprite from Wendy's with the most blissful satisfaction I think I will EVER get from eating fast food.

Hours later, my labor still wasn't progressing so they decided to induce me with this stuff called Pitocin.
Let me tell you people, I am the strong-willed, independant woman who was striving for a totally painkiller free labor and delivery. It was not in the cards because you see a very very evil person invented pitocin. So, I opted to get the epidural. This was by far one of the strangest feelings I have ever experienced, like being shot up with novacaine from the waist down and becoming a puppet. But, it wore off and the next morning I was able to feel my legs again.

By now I was looking at extreme contractions, irritability, sleep deprivation from the drug and having to deal with the effin' stupid student physician that I had specifically asked to be kept out of my room. Apparently, no such luck. Anyhow, long story short after dealing with god knows how much time that went by I knew I was ready to have this baby, SO READY but according to the SP I didn't know what I was talking about because "the average rate of dilation is 1.2 cm an hour and the last time we checked you, you were at 6cm, so we're not gonna check you for another hour." I was LIVID and asked the nurse the next time she came in to check me and sure enough in a 45-min period I went from 6cm to 9 and 3/4cm and they were gettin me ready. The rest is pretty much a blur of pain, screaming, attempting to stare at the one pink flower painted on the ceiling, my mom helping me breathe, feeling the most ultimate release of my son coming out and hearing him cry for the first time. [Which was beautiful]

Now, my baby boy that was born Sept.11 at 2:34pm 8lbs. 1oz. 19.4inches long is almost 3 weeks old and I cannot believe that it's already been THAT long since the ordeal I went through above.
Still, though, I look at him sleeping next to me and he could not look more perfect.

He looks just like me. :)