The night before we had Anderson we went to the pumpkin patch with the boys. Here I am almost a week overdue! It is amazing how those last few weeks I think I felt the best that I had my whole my pregnancy.
The follwong day I went to see Dr. Bielman and was hoping to hear that I was in progress. When she checked me I was at 2 1/2 cm. I said I was really hoping I was atleast at a 3 and then she stripped my membranes and she said now you are!! I went home and about 1 hour after my appt I lost my plug. Then I was upstairs in the boys room making sure all their clothes were packed because I was supposed to go in that night to be induced and my water broke. I told Sam and he said let's go now! I asked if I could finish packing up the boys bag and he said "No, we are leaving now." We were in the car and out the driveway less than five minutes after my water broke and making hurried calls to find places for the boys to go. We made it to Rancho Springs about a half hour later (12:30 pm) and the waiting game began...
When we got to the admitting desk the sweet old lady there said to sit down and fill out a packet of papers. Keep in mind that even though I had a really nice initial gush of water I was still getting smaller gushes trickling down my leg and I gave Sam a look and he said "Can't I take care of this while you take her back to Labor and Delivery?"
Once we got outside the doors she told me to have a seat on a bench while she went in to let them know I was out there waiting. Did you know that when your water actually breaks your contractions tend to come on A LOT stronger? Well I didn't know that before this experience and my contractions were coming on harder and stronger pretty quick. The sweet old woman came out and said that they didn't have any room for me but to sit and wait and someone would come out in a few minutes to talk to me.
So I sat and waited, labored, and cried by myself for about twenty minutes when Sam finally got back there. He was really frustrated seeing me sitting there and asked what was going on. We sat there together and waited for a nurse to come out. Around 1:15 someone finally did and then she said she would let us know when there was a room available. Apparently they're in no hurry because labor takes a while but what we didn't get a chance to tell them is that I usually go from about a 3 to a 9 or 10 in less than an hour. Atleast that was my experience with Porter and Carter but they also like to tell you that every labor is different so we didn't think they would really care to know that.
At about 2 they got me back into a really tiny triage room where they checked me and I was only at a six. They asked if I wanted an epidural, and I said yes even though I had debated the whole pregnancy whether or not I would try it without. The anesthesiologist got there and I had a real hard contraction and she made them check me again. I was at a seven and my labor and delivery room was ready and they wheeled me just across the hall where I said that I couldn't stay still for the epidural. They checked again and I was at an 8 and it was 3 o'clock. She said she could still give me the epidural and I told here there was no way I would be able to hold still for it at that point. All I wanted to do was PUSH!!!! My nurse told me not to so when I had a contraction I tried really hard to breathe through it. Through one it would work and then through the next I would start with every intention of breathing through it and then I would give out a push. I apologized every time I pushed and promised I would breath through the next one. My nurse was laughing at me and telling me not to apologize. I asked why I couldn't start pushing and she said because I wasn't fully effaced yet. Then the next contraction came and I said "I have to push I have to push" she said that I could and I asked if she was sure and she said yes and then I asked why it was okay to push. She was laughing again and was probably thinking "I'm letting you push like you wanted and now you don't want to?"
Anyway, I was finally able to start pushing, my doctor got there and a after a few pushes and three contractions Anderson Levi Rath was born at 3:31 on October 23rd weighing 7.95 ounces and 20 1/2 inches long. When he came out the cord was wrapped twice around his neck and it was amazing to see how quickly she unwrapped that cord with her one hand while holding him in the other. Boy, you could tell she had delivered a baby or two.
As soon as he was out I pronounced quite earnestly my sincere love for my newborn son. "I love you Anderson, I love you so much baby" were my exact words and Deana commented on that later. I said "oh that was a Anderson I love you so much thank you for getting out when you did cause I don't know how much longer I could've handled the pain 'I love you'".
Deana was there with us during the delivery. She had been with us during Carter's as well and Sam seemed to have found her being there a great relief. While we were laboring in the hallway I could tell he was getting pretty frustrated and he said "Is Deana gonna be here, I think we need to call her now so she can be here too." So thanks Deana, you're a great help!
Grandma and Grandpa Morgan came to visit and so did cousin Michael.
The next day Charla brought Porter and Carter to see their new little brother. It was love at first sight for sure! Grandpa Ken also stopped by to see his newest little grandson.
HALLOWEEN TIME--
Carter with his Pre-K class during the Halloween program.
Halloween night and our sleepy little ghost baby.
Porter the UFC Fighter (upon his own insistence), Carter the Frilled Lizard, and Anderson.
The boys with "Charles".
Kevin hanging out with the Turleys
Kim, Kelly, Robert and Mom
Aunt Laurel and Aunt Amber holding baby Anderson
The Rath Family
Dad and Deana
Sam's dad and sisters
Abby, Leslie, and Michael
Carter, self-portrait taken upside down. I love those lips!!!
Carter again...dressed up as a gangster pirate, I guess!
Porter as a cowboy...a really excited cowboy!!
