I don't know why I was so impatient for this little guy to come. I kept praying he wouldn't come before, during, or around Quinn's wedding. We wanted to be able to see Quinn and Brittany (my brother and his now wife) get married with out any out of town birth stories to share the rest of our lives. We made it to Vegas and back with out any complications and then we spent Christmas in anticipation. I was due January 5th and was late with Emree, but for some reason I just thought this baby was going to come sooner. I think part of that was the early anxiety of not wanting him to come and part of it was the fact that I was honestly huge and I knew this baby was honestly huge.
January 5th rolled around and I had a Doctor's appointment that ended in tears and frustration. My doctor said he thought the baby was just average size and that he would not like to induce us until we were closer to 2 weeks over. He also said he didn't need to check and see how far a long I was because I was obviously not in labor. I was a little offended. They did schedule us a non stress test at the hospital for the baby for 5 days later and so we sat at home and waited some more.
The day of the stress test arrived and Tyler and I had decided we were not leaving the hospital until they agreed to admit me. I was not in labor, I had really had no contractions, but I would not take no for an answer. Plus, as any 40 plus week pregnant women will tell you, I was not emotional stable.
We got our non stress test and everything looked great. We asked if the hospital was full - they weren't. We asked how we could get admitted. They said they needed our doctor's permission. Tyler called this office, he talked to the nurse, who paged the doctor on call, who called the nurse, who called the nurses up stairs, who checked to see how far dilated I was, who called the doctor, who left it to the nurses, who finally agreed to induce my labor!
I was induced at noon. My Mom flew in at 3:50 and went to play with Emree. They broke my water around 4 ish, I got an epidural around 4:30. I was ready to push at 5:30 had to wait for the doctor to get out of surgery. Started pushing at 6:15 and had the baby in my arms at 6:30.
Jesse Tyler Andre was born on January 10, weighed 9lbs 11 ounces and was 20 inches long. We all joked in the hospital room as we tried to guess his weight because he was such a big boy! He looks a lot like Emree, but has a different eye shape and not as prominent of a dimple chin.
Adjusting is hard, but Emree seems to like him. She kind of treats him like he is a puppy. She loves him, but is little hesitant to touch him and a little scared of him. I am sure that will go away way too quickly.
As always, Tyler and I feel so blessed. We are so grateful to all the friends and family that we have who help us and love us and appreciate everyones thoughts and comments. We are excited! We are happy! and We are TIRED!
