So I thought I would write about the day Jonathan was born. I want to remember it, and details are already starting to get fuzzy.
(PS this might get long, so if you’re bored, just skip down to the new pics at the bottom).
I told myself I was going to work up until the very end of the pregnancy, and that happened…literally. I went to work last Wednesday (4/29) and went about my day. I had felt really uncomfortable for the past two days with what I though was just a tummy ache. Now I know it was the beginning stages of labor. I was in my office and at 10:30 am my water broke. This wasn’t exactly the best place for it to happen, but what can you do right? I called the HR manager to come in. Soon, every female in the office was there. I called Jon and he came right away. We got home, packed our bags and headed to the hospital.
I was admitted and dilated to about a two. I starting to labor harder as the time went on, but I just wasn’t progressing. They decided to start me on Pitocin (which I really did not want). That’s when it started to get a lot harder. This went on for probably 7-8 hours. Everytime they checked me, nothing had changed. We were starting to get concerned because everytime I had a contraction Jonny boy’s heart rate would drop, and mine continued to stay really high. Also, once you’re water breaks, they put you on a 12 hour ticker as to when you have to have the baby to avoid infection.
They decided to call the doctor in to see if he could figure out why I wasn’t progressing. After checking things out he said something that I really didn’t want to hear. He said, “I’m sorry, but this isn’t going to work”. It turns out the baby was trying to come out face first, not his head, his full face. Regular delivery that way would have resulted in the death of me and the baby. I immediately started bawling. He said that we were going to have to do a c-section.
Shortly thereafter, my family got there right as they were wheeling me away. After the c-section began, it was only a matter of minutes and Jonathan made his grand debut at 9:57 pm.
I got to only see him for a minute since they had to finish the surgery. I think that was the hardest part. Instead of getting to be with my baby right away, I had to go to recovery. I didn’t get to hold him for about 2 hours after he was born.
Moral of the story? I feel very blessed to live in a time when they can perform c-sections. The end result couldn’t have been better. We have a healthy little boy who just gets better every day.
Below are some more recent pics. He’s a lot less swollen now, but he really is packing on the pounds, his little cheeks are filling out like crazy.
*warning: lot’s of pictures. Can you tell I’m a first time mom?
Me in the hospital, before all the drama.

Healthy little boy.
On the way home.

Jonathan’s “welcome home” sign -a Kewish tradition.

He is such a scowler.

First bath. He HATED it.

Still pretty mad at us.

Happier now. So cute looking up at his dad.

His first “snuggy”.

Cute little outfit.

The new fam.

Daddy time.

Impromtu photo shoot.

I love his little folded hands.
