My due date of June 19th came and went uneventfully. Well, besides having Richard's car break down twice between here and Jackson, and the refrigerator going out, --all while I'm on bed-rest (no wonder I had high blood-pressure). The doctor gave me a choice, I could be induced on the 21st, or I could wait until the 26th. I actually decided to wait, since 1) I wasn't even dilated at all, and 2) I would have to have Richard make an emergency trip back to Rexburg that night so I could check into the hospital the next day. I figured I'd give mother nature one last chance, even if I was more than ready to have that baby out! It worked out nicely so that Richard could wrap up things there in Jackson, and help get things ready at home. On the 25th, we went in to have them start me on something that would help dilate me, and I had to stay there the whole night. Richard slept on a cot next to my bed. The next morning they broke my water and started me on the pit drip. It was a good thing we didn't wait much longer, since there was already meconium in the fluid. I spent the first half of the day just doing the natural thing, but by 3:00 I was done with that. The pain was too much. So, I asked for an epidural. An hour later, I got it. Blessed things. After that it was smooth sailing. I didn't even know when I was contracting. I just slept as I went from a 4 to a 10 and by 6:30 the doctor came in and told me it was time to push. So, I pushed. Nothing happened, and the doctor left while the nurse and Richard and I kept going. Two hours later I was still pushing.
The doctor finally came in and said that we'd use a vacuum, but when that wasn't doing what he wanted it to, he brought out the forceps. He told me that I had two more tries, and if it didn't work I was getting a c-section. Apparently the baby's head was stuck in my pelvis and his heart rate was starting to show signs of stress. Luckily, the forceps worked, and out came a beautiful baby boy! (we hadn't previously found out what gender it was). Of course, his head was a little bruised and cone-shaped ( as you can see in the picture of me and Richard's father) but he was still beautiful at least to me. He was born around 8:30 p.m., weighed 7 lbs. 14 oz., and was 20 in. long. We had sort of decided on a name, and I wasn't so sure about it, but as
Richard was calling family and telling everyone that his name was Ethan Cornelius Samuelson, I turned to the little person in my arms and said "Are you o.k. with the name Cornelius? Did you know your Great Grandpa Meyer?" Right then he gave me his first smile, and I knew that the name was a keeper. Cornelius is my mother's father's middle name (his first name, Jacob, having already been used twice in my family). Richard just thought it was cool. Besides, Ethan C. Samuelson has a really nice ring to it.
My due date of June 19th came and went uneventfully. Well, besides having Richard's car break down twice between here and Jackson, and the refrigerator going out, --all while I'm on bed-rest (no wonder I had high blood-pressure). The doctor gave me a choice, I could be induced on the 21st, or I could wait until the 26th. I actually decided to wait, since 1) I wasn't even dilated at all, and 2) I would have to have Richard make an emergency trip back to Rexburg that night so I could check into the hospital the next day. I figured I'd give mother nature one last chance, even if I was more than ready to have that baby out! It worked out nicely so that Richard could wrap up things there in Jackson, and help get things ready at home. On the 25th, we went in to have them start me on something that would help dilate me, and I had to stay there the whole night. Richard slept on a cot next to my bed. The next morning they broke my water and started me on the pit drip. It was a good thing we didn't wait much longer, since there was already meconium in the fluid. I spent the first half of the day just doing the natural thing, but by 3:00 I was done with that. The pain was too much. So, I asked for an epidural. An hour later, I got it. Blessed things. After that it was smooth sailing. I didn't even know when I was contracting. I just slept as I went from a 4 to a 10 and by 6:30 the doctor came in and told me it was time to push. So, I pushed. Nothing happened, and the doctor left while the nurse and Richard and I kept going. Two hours later I was still pushing. 
The doctor finally came in and said that we'd use a vacuum, but when that wasn't doing what he wanted it to, he brought out the forceps. He told me that I had two more tries, and if it didn't work I was getting a c-section. Apparently the baby's head was stuck in my pelvis and his heart rate was starting to show signs of stress. Luckily, the forceps worked, and out came a beautiful baby boy! (we hadn't previously found out what gender it was). Of course, his head was a little bruised and cone-shaped ( as you can see in the picture of me and Richard's father) but he was still beautiful at least to me. He was born around 8:30 p.m., weighed 7 lbs. 14 oz., and was 20 in. long. We had sort of decided on a name, and I wasn't so sure about it, but as
Richard was calling family and telling everyone that his name was Ethan Cornelius Samuelson, I turned to the little person in my arms and said "Are you o.k. with the name Cornelius? Did you know your Great Grandpa Meyer?" Right then he gave me his first smile, and I knew that the name was a keeper. Cornelius is my mother's father's middle name (his first name, Jacob, having already been used twice in my family). Richard just thought it was cool. Besides, Ethan C. Samuelson has a really nice ring to it.
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