Payton

Here are some pictures of Payton for your viewing pleasure.

Easter Egg Hunt

So we did our big family Easter egg hunt on Saturday because last Saturday was rainy and yucky. Besides, I couldn't go last week, I was in the hospital.

He's Here!!

Our third little angel decided to grace us with his presence on Friday morning at 3 a.m. It was a pretty interesting delivery. At least I think it was. I went to the doctor on Thursday at 11:15, I was 39 weeks. I was a 3. He stripped my membranes, thank goodness. I've never had that before so I didn't know what to expect. It really wasn't that bad. I got a little crampy and started having contraction about 10 minutes apart, but I have been having those for the last 2 months. So I wasn't getting excited about that. Then they started getting a little closer together, but only like 6 minutes. Curtis went to work at 5:30. Then at about 6:30 I decided that I wanted to go to the hospital, even though they were still only like 6 minutes apart. So I went to my mom's to drop off my kids and wait for Curtis to come get me. So we got the the hospital around 8 pm. I was still a 3, So they watched me for and hour ya know. Then they checked me again, and still a 3. The doctor wanted me to stay and walk around for an hour to see if that would do anything. So we did. I could tell that it wasn't doing anything. Sure enough, when she checked me at 10, still a 3. So they called the doctor and since there was no progress in 2 hours they sent me home with a shot of morphine. We went back to my mom's because I was thinking we would get our kids, but she thought it would be better if they stayed in case we went to the hospital in the night. So we helped get them asleep and then we left about midnight. We went home and I got in bed, I was still having contractions, strong ones, but still 10 minutes apart. I would fall asleep in between them and then wake up to them, and they were painful. I thought it was kind of weird that I could feel them that strong even when I was on the morphine. But I figured it hadn't been long enough. And they weren't close enough together. Curtis came to bed around 2:10. I made him be in charge of timing because I was too loopy and I couldn't even remember what time it was with the last contraction. So I think I had 3 that were 5 minutes apart and he asked if I wanted to go back to the hospital and I was kind of hesitant. But he made the executive decision that we were going back. Thank goodness for that. I even thought about getting in the tub, but I didn't. We left our house around 2:30. We took the police car. We didn't have to turn the lights on, but we were hauling. We arrived at UVRMC at about 2:45. He dropped me off at the front doors because I wasn't waiting to park and walk further. I could hardly walk at this point. I got up to labor and delivery and got to my room and changed, it seemed like forever before they came in. It was like mass confusion.(For me at least) I was crying and telling them I wanted my epidural right then and they said they just needed to check me and get an IV in and then they would get my epidural in. She checked me and I was a 6 1/2 it was approx. 2:55. Then that nurse walked to the door and told them to order me an epidural. I had another contraction and told them, loudly, that it was coming and another nurse sat down and checked me and said, we're complete. Then I felt my water break and next contraction I pushed and then I told them it was stinging, she said "that's because the head is out, once you push it all the way out it will stop stinging." So I pushed once more and he came out. 3 am on the dot. It was so fast the on call doctor didn't even make it to the room. After he was born I opened my eyes, and there were like 12 nurses in my room. So now I can say I've had a baby with out an epidural. If you can make it through the contractions it's not that bad. But I was on morphine and they were still killing me. Curtis just thanked me for not doing it in his police car. I don't know what I would have done if we would have had to do that. So now we know that we need to stay at the hospital when I'm at a 3.

Poor Curtis, doesn't do good with blood, stood by my side and held my hand the whole time. Well, let me squeeze his hand. He waited until after he was born, then the gave me a kiss and told me he needed to sit down. But he just sat down for a minute to get the camera's ready and then he started taking pictures.

He is 6 pounds 6 ounces. 20 inches long. He's got dark hair. Probably the most of all our children. His name is Walter Payton Campbell. He will go by Payton. I don't have my computer so my pictures aren't down loaded. These pictures are just from my phone, but at least you can kind of see what he looks like.

Update

So here's an update on the pregnancy in case anyone wonders.

36 weeks- the Doctor said, "We'll call you a 1." So to me that means, ummm.... you're not really anything, but we'll just tell you that to make you fell good.

37 weeks- "No Progress."

38 weeks- "We'll call it a 1 1/2. Definitely not a 2. A 1 and some wiggle room."

So here I am, almost 39 weeks. I've never gone this long before and it's really frustrating. We've tried everything, except caster oil because I don't want all the side effects. So if anyone has any suggestions let me know. There have been so many days that feel like maybe something is happening, or is going to happen, and then nothing. So I'm not getting my hopes up. I'm just going to plan on being pregnant for eternity, and then if I have a baby it will be a pleasant surprise!!