The Waiting is Over...

We are happy to announce that Morgan Hannah has arrived! I went in for an ultrasound on Thursday morning and they decided to induce me because of low amniotic fluid. I was so excited, especially because I was so uncomfortable. So, I called Joel and he headed home from work while I got things together for the hospital and for Oliver's stay at Grammies. They started the pitocin in the afternoon and by the evening realized that I wasn't really dilating so they took me off the pitocin and gave me something else to make me dilate. By Friday morning was fully dilated and effaced and having contractions on my own. I decided to get the epidural around ten or so when the contractions hurt enough to make me cry. Then I forgot how much I hate getting the epidural. I get so scared and anxious and tense. He took forever to do it and it was the most traumatic part of my labor and delivery! An hour or so later they checked me and realized I was ready to go! I pushed five times and out popped our little brown haired girl. She has quite a head of hair!!
Recovery is going well. Sleeping is not. Today's goal is to get Morgan on a nursing schedule so she is not up every stinkin' hour wanting to eat. My poor, poor boobs!
Having a baby really changes the way you think. For example, for the past three days, whoever asked to see my nether regions, saw them with no argument from me; four hours of sleep seems like alot, and I am walking around the house with my boobs hanging out all the time. They are huge by the way. I"m afraid I am going to smother the poor child.
Joel is in charge of Oliver as I am not allowed to lift anything and he is also in charge of housework which means that hte house is a mess! Already! We've only been home a day and I can't go into the kitchen because I can't control my urge to clean. He leaves his little trail of destruction everywhere he goes. In a way it is nice to not have to worry about it.
Well, to quote another blogger mom, "My life is full...and so are my boobs."