On December 31st (New Year's Eve), I felt horrible and all my symptoms meant labor anytime now. Not to mention the fact that I was having painful contractions although irregular at the time. Since it was the 4th baby and we were 30 minutes from the hospital, we went down just in case. I was dialated to a 3 and having regular contractions every 5 minutes. Then it stopped. They had me walk and walk and walk for 3 hours. Nothing. So we went home at 11:30pm. We were exhausted and missed any fireworks.
We scheduled an induction for a few days later so that Scott wouldn't miss any work. It happened to be 2 days before his sister's wedding but I wasn't sure I wanted to be an hour away from my hospital most of that day anyway. So we went in late Wednesday night and when I got there, I was dialated to a 7! Yikes! So it was a good thing I scheduled the induction instead of trying to make the wedding. They induced me and 2 hours later I was at an 8. They broke my water and an hour later, I was still an 8. Let me say here that I was trying to do this last baby naturally. I wanted to experience what it was like to give birth the way millions before me did. I also wanted to save us a huge anesthesia bill (it was all coming out of pocket and it's not cheap!). I thought labor would be quicker but the pace I was at was slower than I expected and the pain was getting pretty intense. At that point I caved and asked for the epidural. The anesthesiologist came in and gave it to me, followed immediately by my nurse emptying my bladder. Immediately following this I felt the need to push. Seriously? The epidural had not even kicked in yet? The doctor checked me and I was at a 10. The nurse thinks my full bladder was just in the way. (I was pretty ticked that I just wasted lots of money!) Anyway, I pushed for about 5-10 excruciating minutes and Tate Jeffrey Wellman entered the world. We actually didn't have his name decided until hours later. The nurse kept asking what the name was so they could announce it. Scott told her to just name him John Doe for now. She didn't think it was funny at all. He was almost Chase.
He was the best little eater of all the babies. The other 3 always waited until the next day to eat and he was hungry right away. You can see in the last picture that he has his daddy's cleft chin. He is the most beautiful baby. Stats: 6lbs. 13oz. and 21.5" long. Kendall calls him T. So T he is!
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Congrats!! I didn't even know you had a 4th! Man I am out of the loop, even w/ facebook. He is darling. Love that name. When I met Tate Palmer I totally wanted to steal it. Ty & Tate...how cute is that, oh wait, You too :-)
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