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Wyatt's Arrival

Two weeks dialated at a three and nothing. Come May 6th and a regular doctor's visit. I am still three and he is high. I think I'm heading back home awaiting Tuesday the 11th; induction day. Wyatt had other plans, go figure.

Wyatt got a little excited. His heart rate was in the 200s for no apparent reason. So, Grady and I hung out in the office swinging our legs and laughing while monitoring my little guppy. His heart rate wouldn't settle down and my fluid was a little low so my doctor decided to induce that day. After some juggling to get the kids where they needed to go and get a hold of Scott, I headed to the hospital with Bre. Scott met us there later. Amanda was also able to come. She got a sub for her class and headed over.

Cathy broke my water at 1:30pm. I must say, that was a strange strange feeling. I've always had an epidural when they break my water so I've never felt it before. My nurse started the pitocin and away we went. About half-way through his heart rate dropped to 60 so they had to stop the pit, move me to my left side, and give me some oxygen. He came right back up to normal a little later so back on the pit I went.

I decided to try to go natural. I had some issues with the epidural with the boys so I thought I'd give it a whirl. The contractions I felt up to getting to a seven were manageable. Seven to nine on the other hand, whoa nelly! With the confidence and encouragement of Scott, Bre, Amanda, Cathy, and my nurse I did it. Delivering without pain meds was absolutely incredible!

Wyatt Buz Fish was born at 5:34pm and was 7lbs. 13oz. and 19 inches. He was healthy and strong, alert and letting the world know he was here. I had a little complication about an hour after his birth but Cathy worked her OB magic and healed me right up!

We could not imagine our lives without Wyatt! It seems like he has been here forever. Jackson is, once again, a phenomenal big brother helping and loving on Wyatt. Grady smiles at his little brother laying his head on him and helping with his pacifier. We are beyond blessed to add this new little angel to our family. We are looking forward to watching our family grow through the years enjoying each moment that we have together!


























Comments

Carly Peters said…
YAY!!!! Congrats you guys!! I'm so happy for you. Wow, you got 3 boys fast! Have a speedy recovery and keep the pics coming. Love you!
Becca said…
Way to go with the no pain meds! HE is just adorable, I am so happy for you all!
Michelle said…
I am so happy for you! He beautiful! COngrats again! XOXO
Congrats again! Way to go Momma!!! WOW, I can't believe you did that with no epidural, I can't even imagine!
Lindsay said…
What a blessing! And what a beautiful little family! Congratulations again!!
BML said…
I wish I could have been there. So happy for the big family and can't wait to meet the less new born Grady and totally new born Wyatt.

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