Jude Michael McGann, was born on April 11th at 5:40 PM to the happiest parents in the world. He was 7 lbs. 14 oz., 20 in. long and absolutely perfect. Perfect skin, and perfect little body.
Our good friend Dr. Michelle delivered him and was the first person to hold him before passing him over to me. She said he came out with a pouty lip, but he was a real trooper and super content during his hosptial stay. He cried a little when he came out but soon calmed down once he was placed on my chest. He also decided to greet me with a full stream of urine. As he was doing so, I could hear Michelle in the background say, “Well at least you know the plumbing works!”
The labor was tiring, since I couldn’t eat anything and didn’t get much sleep the night before, but it was definitely worth it when I finally greeted our sweet little boy after being at the hospital for 13 hrs.
This is before we really got started.
And this was me the rest of the time. Eyes closed leaning on someone or holding someone’s hand for support. Yup, I’m a whimp.
Jared and I got to the hospital around 5 AM after a long 41.5 weeks of waiting. 😉 Since my due date, I had a couple false alarms where contractions would pick up at night but then die down. On Friday, April 10th, I was feeling contractions pretty much all day but wasn’t sure if they would turn into anything. That night, Jared and I were out to dinner when they started to get a little more intense and closer together. We returned home, and I timed them for a while, but then decided to go to bed.
Around 2 AM they were strong enough to wake me up. I was excited to have things progressing but a little annoyed to find Jared was still awake! He wasn’t planning on going back to work the next Monday (since we figured Jude would come over the weekend) so he stayed up late finishing up some last minute work. I voiced my annoyance when I called from the bedroom, “You better be awake when my contractions get worse!” LOL.
Around 3:30 AM my contractions were close enough to call Labor and Delivery.
However, when I called they let me know that there was no room for me! What?! How is that possible?
The nurse I spoke to said she would call me back to let me know if any other hospitals could take me. When she called back she let me know that the only hospitals with openings were either Oakland or San Francisco.
With this new information, I decided to call my doctor to see what she thought I should do.
Unfortunately, I woke her up… but she was nice enough to tell me to just go to the hosptial and wait for a room.
When we got to the hospital I was escorted to an observation room to be assessed. I was currently 4 cm dialated, but they wanted me to progress to 5 or 6 cm before they admitted me. They suggested walking around for a couple hours to see if that would move things along, so that’s what we did.
At 7 AM they checked me again and I had progressed to 6 cm. At this point, I was in active labor but my water had not broken, and there were still no rooms available.
Contractions had stayed pretty constant, and I had bouts of nausea, so I didn’t walk around much more. That means I spent the majority of the next 7 hrs in a teeny tiny observation room, until we were finally moved to a labor and delivery room around 2pm.
At that time, I had only progressed 1 cm in those 7 hrs. At 7 cm they suggested breaking my bag of water to get things going. My water was broken and it was a very interesting experience. It was a very warm gush of water. I guess baby Jude had been living in a hot tub those last 9 months.
Michelle wasn’t working that day so after they broke my water she came in. It was so nice of her to come in on her day off just to deliver our sweet baby boy!
At the end, it felt like things were taking forever.
I felt a lot of pressure, and really wanted to try to push. I was checked around 5:15 PM and still had a cm to go. I was getting a little impatient, but everyone reassured me that we were so close and that you would be born within the hour!
15 minutes later, I was finally allowed to start pushing! First came his head, then his shoulders, and then all of him! I couldn’t have been more happy to have him finally here. Waiting that last week was so hard, and I just wanted to hold him already!
Jared couldn’t have been more happy to finally meet his baby boy either.
It was so great having Jared right next to me, holding my hand and letting me rest my head on his shoulder when I needed it. He was such a support to me and I couldn’t have asked for more (even if he was sleep deprived).
I was so lucky to not only have my husband there wtih me but my good friend/cousin Carissa, an amazing doctor and a very kind nurse all there to help me stay focused and have exactly the birth I wanted for this precious little boy.
Welcome to the world, baby Jude!