Anyway, on the day I was 38 weeks (October 25), I started having contractions. For about 3 hours, they were happening 8-10 minutes apart. So I called Jake home from work and we headed to the hospital. Of course, when they hooked me up to the monitors, the contractions had come to a complete stop. I figured that they would let me walk around to see if the contractions started again. But they didn't. I had to sit in the very comfortable (not) triage bed for an hour until they checked me for dilation. When they finally came in, I was dilated to 3cm. (I had gone to the doctor two days prior and was 2cm). They went to call my doctor and I was fully convinced that I was going home. When the nurse came back in, she informed me that Dr. Hood wanted me to stay. Surprise!
It took about 2 hours to finally get checked in to the hospital and hooked up to an IV. That was the longest part of my labor, waiting for the hospital to check me in. I could tell the nurses thought Dr. Hood and I were crazy, admitting me when I was only 3cm and not having contractions. So I think they were dragging their feet a little bit.
I tested positive for Strep B, so I had to wait for the medication to run through, which took about an hour. I was hooked up to pitocin and was just waiting. Again, the nurses expected it to take a long time because I wasn't contracting and my water was still intact.
At 7pm, the doctor came in and broke my water. I asked for an epidural and they said they would send someone right away. Again, they didn't think my labor would be fast, so I wasn't a top priority. Around 8:30pm, I was checked and was 6cm. My epidural came shortly after that. The nurses told me if I ever felt pressure or the urge to push, I should let them know. Around 9pm, I was feeling the urge. I was checked again and was 10cm. One nurses said she could see the little baby head.
"Don't push! Don't push!" They immediately stopped pitocin and all-of-the-sudden, they weren't dragging their feet anymore. They called the doctor right away. He arrived around 9:30pm and Jordan was here in 2 pushes at 9:47pm.
He was pretty small compared to Mckynlee, but a decent size. He was 7lbs 7oz, 21 inches long. But this child's feet are SO LONG. And he has super long fingers too. I'm sure with time, he'll be pretty big. From leaving the hospital to his two week appointment, he gained a pound. So he's doing just fine.
He's such a good baby. He doesn't cry much. He's just happy to be here. Going in to the hospital, I was convinced that this baby would be named Thomas Jacob, or TJ. Once he was here, I just felt like it didn't fit him just right. I came to love the name Jordan. Jake, however, was still fixed on TJ. But, after a unique experience, he came to think Jordan was the perfect name. His full name is Jordan Kay. Kay is Jake's dad's middle name. Mckynlee's middle name is after my mom, Ann. It's a trend we like. Having a family name as a middle name. Names are important and we liked the idea of having a person to look up to.
We had actually narrowed the names down to Harvey or Tj a few weeks prior. But then we were looking at baby name lists and Jake came across a sports inspired list. Jake, being a big Dallas Mavericks fan, suggested Dirk, and I quickly shot that down. But, we both liked Jordan. And it stuck.
Mckynlee LOVES Jordan. Although, one day, she was telling me all the fun things we were going to do that day, she then followed with, "But not baby Jordy, because he's SO BORING." I don't blame her. I'm LOVING the newborn snuggles, but I can see why a very active two year old would think that a baby is boring.
"Mommy, baby Jordy doesn't like me."
"What? Why would you say that?"
"He won't color with me."
We're still working on explaining that Jordan won't be able to play with her for a few more months.
Jordan is so chill. He's only been in our family for 3 weeks, and I already can't imagine our life without him.