Thank you, ladies!!! I'm sitting here feeding the little guy, so I'll try to type out the whole birth story with one hand.
After I posted on here about walking the zoo, the kids said they'd rather go bike riding. We loaded up their bikes and headed out to our usual spot, which is a 1-mile trail around a lake. It's beautiful, but kind of secluded. Halfway there I just couldn't take it anymore and started to cry. DH looked over at me and said, "something wrong?" I told him I felt a ton of back pain and pressure and wasn't sure I could make the walk. He angrily swung a sharp u-turn and headed home. The girls burst into tears in the back seat. They were SO disappointed. I told DH we should find another park or trail that was closer to home and less of a walk, and we compromised on one that is literally 3 blocks from the hospital. The kids rode bikes and I sat on the bench realizing that the pressure and pain feeling was beginning to be more regular. I told DH that we better pack up and go in to the hospital just to be sure.
We got to the hospital at about 5:30pm and checked in and headed up to the birth unit. The check-in nurse leisurely took my vitals and checked dilation. I think she thought I was not that far in because she looked shocked when I was 8.5cm dilated. They moved me to a different room immediately and my OB (who was on her way home for the day when they paged her) arrived. She didn't deliver any of my others, so we were both SUPER excited that she made this one.
Contractions quickly started to pick up, and soon it was 1 minute on/1minute off and I was reminded how truly hard transition is. The OB asked to break my water, and as soon as she did I was pushing. 2 contractions later, at 7:26pm the baby was out and on my chest! DH was so flustered he didn't announce the gender, so I was saying, "what is it?? What is it??"
I had to have an IV drip after the baby was born because of my low platelets and risk of hemorrhaging. After that I was transferred to my overnight room and Marc left with Max to go get the girls (who had been picked up by a friend) and go home for the night. I spent the entire night with the baby, learning his temperament and enjoying the peace and quiet. The next morning DH brought all of the kids to the hospital, and by 6pm when they let me leave I was completely frazzled from having the girls, Max AND a new baby in a tiny hospital room for hours.
So here we are! I took the baby to the pediatrician this morning and he's lost 15oz, which is more than they like to see. My milk is coming in today, but I may still have to supplement with formula if this keeps up.
I'm trying not to be too sad about that.
We also still don't have a name!! I'm actually REALLY hurt by DH's behavior surrounding the name. He told me from the beginning that I could choose any name I wanted and he would support it. Now suddenly the name I chose is the ONLY one in the world that DH can't stand and wants to veto.
I am so incredibly disappointed. I'd name him that anyway, but DH says he won't ever call the baby by the name I chose and will hate the name for the baby's whole life. He won't give in and has honestly been a complete ass about it. I cried and explained how important it is to me, and he just yelled at me louder. I don't get it. I think it's some weird power thing where he just can't let me have this...
I've been crazily searching baby names the last 2 days, but since I'd emotionally attached to the name nothing seems to fit.
Anyhow, I'm sorry this is so long!! I hope it's not too disjointed. Our house is chaos right now.
I hope you are all doing well!