September 28, 2010

Our little baby boy, Mason Thomas Grivna, was born September 28, 2010 at 1:20 pmin the afternoon. He weighed 8 lbs and 5 ounces and was 22 inches long.

Story about the day...

I had to call between 5-6 am that morning to see if there was a bed available before going up to the hospital. They had a bed so mom drove me up to the hospital so Mark could get Ella to Elaine's for the day. Once they got me to the room, changed clothes and asked me every question under the sun it was time to get the iv going. They had to stab me twice. Stab being a nice word about the situation. I have never had a problem with people finding veins and drawing blood from me but oh of course this nurse had some issues. Come to find out right after being stabbed twice by this chick they had a shift change and I got a new nurse. She checked me before starting me on petocin. I was already dialated 4-5 cms before they even started to induce me. She called Dr. Basham to make sure she didn't want to break my water first but she was in surgery and they decided to start petocin first. First several hours where pretty uneventful. I felt the occassional contraction and did get up to pee a ridiculous amount of times. When Dr. Basham got out of surgery she came up to check me if my memory serves I think I was 6-7 cm and she broke my water. Quote from Dr. Basham "don't white nuckle it, when you are ready for the epidural, just ask for it." I think I lasted about 5 more minutes because they were definitely getting more intense and fast. After getting my epidural it only took in my legs. I could still feel everything across my belly and in my hips which was getting more and more painful. They started something new since I had Ella, you can push a button to get more pain meds to shoot into your IV. Tried it...it didn't work and finally after telling my nurse about my pain they brought up a different doctor to fix the problem. I think she could tell it wasn't working when she came in and saw me in tears because of the pain in my hips.

The anasteologist kept asking me if I was 5'6" and I kept telling him no 6'5" and the nurse even corrected him by saying look buddy her legs are hanging off the table. He worked up some kind of majic dose of juice and put it in through my IV. I worked like a charm. I felt nothing for the next couple of hours. After they fixed my meds I think I delivered in the next 10 minutes. They had me do a practice push and then told Mark you better get up dad and get your camera ready - seriously that was the first push. No not kidding 3 pushes and out came screaming Mason. If they were all that easy to deliver. He was perfect and more hair then some of our relatives (ha! ha!).

If you have ever delivered a baby or stayed in the hospital lately you know they try to push you out of your room as soon as you are done. They kept coming in and asking me if I could feel my legs so they could move me. But if you remember I had a majic shot of whatever and I couldn't feel anything. After what seemed like forever I could finally wiggle my right big toe.

Mark and I were really curious to see how Ella would handle being a big sister. After nap time they brought her up to the hospital. She pointed to every baby and called them baby Mason. The true test wouldn't come until we all got home she got lots of attention from all of her grandparents so I don't think it would really set it until later.

After having Ella, Mark and I stayed until they kicked us out of the hospital. We were terrified of taking her home and having to take care of her completely by ourselves. Of how different it is with baby number 2. We were waiting on the hospital this time to bring us paperwork and then we were out of there.

Ella is adjusting well and is being a great helper. She does have some extra meltdowns and shows that she wants more mommy attention but overall she has been great. If Mason crys she will go pat his head and say whats wrong big boy. She gives him lots of kisses and hugs and she holds him almost everynight before bed.

(will download pics later, getting late and have to give the little one a bath and try and get more than four hours of sleep tonight)