We welcomed Ezra Joseph Patterson to the world on January 7th, 2013!
He was born at 3:46 pm, weighing 6 lbs 14 oz. Here are a bunch of pictures and if you want to know the birth story, it'll be at the end.
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The Birth Story
I know some people like to read birth stories, but I am writing this mostly for myself, so it will be very detailed. Sorry if you were looking for a quick read! Ezra was due on January 3rd. I was dilated to a 4 well before Christmas and the doctor said he would be really surprised if I made it to my due date. We thought we may have a Christmas baby. So, I walked around at a 4 for a long time, and nothing happened. At my appointment (which was his due date) the doctor said it must be because I had a lot of water (he also told me that it would be a pretty embarrassing experience if my water broke in public, because I had so much). The bag of water was pushing on my cervix and got me dilated to a 4, but was too soft to get me any further. He scheduled me to be induced on the 7th at 6 AM.
The night before I headed to the hospital, my cousin, Merissa, sent me a message on facebook. She told me that she had been induced before and pitocin can be great for progressing labor but is very painful for starting labor. She suggested that I try having my water broken and giving it some time before starting the pitocin. The doctor wasn't very happy about that, but he didn't try to pressure me. He said if I wasn't already dilated to a 4, he would argue with me, because labor could take a VERY long time that way. I asked him to give me an hour to see if I progressed on my own.
The Dr. broke my water at 9 am. By noon, I had dilated from a 4 to a 7 without pitocin. The pain wasn't bad at all, which surprised me. But within an hour, I was begging for an epidural. I was definitely having back labor. My back hurt SO bad and wouldn't stop. I always thought it was only painful when you had a contraction, but the pain was continuous, just a lot more intense during a contraction. So I got my epidural and soon everything was great. Tom and I made guesses about when he would be born. Tom said 3:45, so I said 3:46 just to be a brat. About an hour passed and Tom decided to go get a drink and walk around a bit. As soon as he left, the nurse came in to check me. She said, "Woah, we're ready to push!" I panicked a little because Tom wasn't there but he walked in about a minute later.
I pushed for 2 1/2 hours. The nurse brought me a mirror, which I originally thought I wouldn't want but it helped a lot to see little peeks of his head. Finally she called in the doctor, who came in and said, "He's right there, we'll have him out in 2 pushes!" And we did.
The NICU nurses were there to clean out his lungs and stuff because he had pooed a little before he came out. I had to wait to hold him and it killed me! The first thing I said to Tom: "I win." He was recorded as being born at 3:46 PM exactly. I'm probably leaving stuff out but that's the bulk of it! And yes, I required some stitches, but nothing too awful.
Adjusting
Learning to breastfeed has definitely been the most difficult part of his first week of life. If it weren't for my mom's support, I would have given up for sure. It took almost exactly a week for me to feel at all confident about it, but I think we've got the hang of it now. The issue now is sleep...and I think that will be an issue for a long time. Yay.
















