Memorial Day

I decided to be induced the night before Memorial Day. My brother-in-law was getting married on May 31st. So, I couldn't be pregnant or Scott wouldn't be able to attend the wedding. I had been induced with Richard at 41 weeks because my body was doing nothing and he needed to be born. I had pitocin with Audrey. My water broke, but my body did not go in to labor. Once my contractions started, things went fairly quickly. The twins were a whole different animal. My water broke, I went in to labor spontaneously, and they were born two hours after I walked in the hospital. My water broke with Thomas, but my body did not go in to labor. So, I needed pitocin again. It was almost a repeat of my experience with Richard. However, I was 37 weeks. 

So, I had high hopes that this induction would be better. I was 40 weeks--not 37 weeks. I had delivered 5 other children--this was not the first time around. Surely this would go quickly like with the twins. Right? Right? Wrong. I was not really "favorable." Yet again. So, after hours and hours of pitocin, I finally was doing..... nothing. My doctor broke my water. After hours and hours of pain, I was finally a 4+. (I think that + is put on the end just to make me feel better.) I caved in and got an epidural. He was born at 7:51 a.m. So, the delivery was not as quick as I had hoped. It's something with my boys. My body just doesn't want to go in to labor. It seems the only time I go in to labor is when I'm carrying 12 pounds of baby...

However, do I really have the right to complain? No. I had a healthy baby. Neither of us was ever in danger. I had a very easy pregnancy. I had a very easy recovery. So, really I should just be grateful.

This is the first time I remembered to get a picture of right before delivery. 5th time's a charm, right?

We chose the name Jonathan Christian Woolston. Jonathan was used from father to son several times in Scott's family history. Scott wanted to use the name again. Christian because my maiden name is Christensen. Christian seemed to be a better middle name. Woolston because, well, that's Scott's last name :)

Jonathan Christian Woolston

I was measuring "small" the whole pregnancy. My due date was even pushed back a few days because my doctor was worried about inducing me before the baby was mature. He was 7 lb. 15 oz! He was my biggest baby by almost a pound. So much for measuring small!

I've always wished I could watch the first bath. Alas.

One of the first things my doctor said after Jonathan was born was "Wow! Look at those feet! Look at his hands! They're so big!" I've never actually had a baby keep the ankle tags on before.

The girls were just thrilled! Audrey loves to take care of him. She even said to me,"Mom, how about I take care of the new baby and you take care of Thomas?!" Right.

So, now we have six! My girls feel slightly outnumbered, but at least they're right next to each other in age.