I was due June 30, 2014. This baby did not want to come out. The due date came and went. Daddy was hoping he would be born on the 4th of July but that day passed as well. I went to the hospital to be induced on the evening of July 6th to be induced. After 17 hours of contractions at the hospital, I was not progressing at all so I went home to rest. The following week was the longest week of my life. I could not move without my husband’s help. He had planned on being home from work for the week to bond with the new baby, but he ended up taking care of me instead. Finally on July 10th I went into labor. I really wasn’t sure, since I had been having contractions the whole week on and off. But I didn’t want to wait till that evening when the second induction was scheduled. I was ready to meet my baby so I took a chance that progress was happening.
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It was an amazing experience. They placed him on my stomach and daddy cut the cord. I pulled him to me so I could see him and kiss him. He quickly found my breast and started nursing. I refused to let the nurses take him for almost two hours. They checked his vitals while I held him and he was perfect. When I finally let the nurses take him, one of them said “oh looks like he pooped already!” I looked under my gown and sure enough he pooped all over me. My life as a boy mom had already begun! They quickly cleaned us up, got all his measurements, and gave him back to me. Those few days in the hospital are a blur now. It went so fast. Even with his late arrival, it was a great experience and I will remember it forever.