Tuesday's events

Ok, now that I have some time while the little man is sleeping, I thought I'd jot down the events of last Tuesday (mainly so I can remember down the road).
We checked in the hospital at 7:30 Tuesday morning and were put into labor and delivery room 6 with Gina (yes, the entire time I was thinking of that rap song that has the line Gina, Gina, sperm eater/cleaner or however it goes). I changed into the lovely hospital gown that you can see in my post below and started the IV. Since I'm diabetic, they had to set me up with a mainline IV that had regular saline solution, a sugar water solution, pitocin and insulin...that was a process. This was around 8:30ish and I think I was a "tight 3" and 60% effaced at that time. The doc came in about 9:00 and broke my water. That was...interesting. 10:30 came around and I was starting to get uncomfortable with the contractions so I told Gina I might be interested in talking to the anesthesiologist soon. I got the epidural around 11:00 (didn't hurt a bit and is the most fantastic invention ever!!) and continued to just wait. One funny moment occurred after the doc put in the catheter...I felt a weird pressure in my butt so I asked Gina if the doc had put something up there. She laughed and said that was the baby putting pressure down there but Husband got a good laugh out of it.
About 5:00ish I started to get uncomfortable again and since we were almost to the pushing time, we kicked everyone out and I got a topper on the epi. Gina came back in about 6:15 and said it was time to start pushing so Husband handed me one leg and Gina handed me the other and we started. Let me just stop here and say how strange it is to have the entire bottom 1/2 of your body numb while you're trying to a) hold onto your own leg and b) push. I was really surprised how hard it actually was to push and how exhausted I was after 3 10 second pushing sessions. After the first few good pushes, little man's heart rate dropped to the 60s so Gina quickly turned me on my side and started rubbing my belly...I'll say this scared the living shit out of me b/c I couldn't do anything except lay there and pray that Uno's heart rate would go back up. His heart rate finally came back up to the 115 levels but Gina had me push a few times on my side before the doc came in to see what was going on. She checked and said that he was face up and she was going to try and turn him back down when I pushed next. The next little bit is kind of a blur...we pushed a few more times and the doc looked at Husband and I and said that she needed to get the baby out and wanted to use the "salad tongs" to get him. At this point, I just wanted him out so I said do whatever you have to do. Looking back, I think his heart rate kept dropping after each contraction and that's why she went ahead and got the "tongs". All of a sudden, there are a million people in the room and the doc is elbow deep in my business. Every time I pushed, she'd tug on the little guy...Husband said he and Gina were actually helping me stay on the bed b/c she was pulling so hard on the baby. After what seems like only a few minutes, his head popped out and a few more pushes showed us that we had a baby boy after a long 9 months of waiting to see what we were having. I actually had to ask Husband if it was a boy or girl b/c when the doc held him up, the cord was in the way so I couldn't see anything! The nurses told us that he had 2 dimples, huge hands and feet and that he had red hair (I think they're all crazy b/c it looks like a sandy blond to everyone outside of the hospital staff). They inked his feet and put the prints on Husband's chest (he said he saw another dad with prints on his chest coming out of the nursery and bowed up to show that our son had bigger feet. haha!) Husband got a little man-to-man time while they finished me up and I finally got to hold the newest love of my life after he was all cleaned up. Although Husband swore that he would tell everyone what we had in person, he couldn't tear himself away from the little man so he sent a quick text which (apparently) sent everyone into cheers in the waiting room. They got to see him in person when he had his first bath and were able to hold him for the first time after we were moved to post-op about 9:30ish.
We got to leave the hospital with the newest member of our wolf pack (Hangover anyone) on Thursday afternoon. We had a small scare on Saturday as we went in for a lactation consult and they said that his bilirubin (jaundice) levels were way high so we went home and proceeded to feed, feed, feed with the hopes that he could poop out the bad stuff (which he did over and over again). I never thought I'd be so happy to have to change a poop-filled diaper! His levels were going down when we went back in Sunday and will have our first pedi visit on Tuesday to make sure everything is good.

Funny moments:
On Sunday when we went in, Husband was in front of me waiting at the elevators when I walked in the lobby. The security guard saw how I was walking from the back and asked if I was in labor. I laughed and said, no, I just had that one but Husband was dying!
After our lactation consult on Sunday, the lady was changing his diaper and the little guy started peeing and I think it his his face. This was the first time this has happened so we got a big kick out of it.

I'm sure we'll have lots of these moments in the future!