Finally home...

Well, it's been a long week. Monday morning, we were sure ladybug was going to arrive. They had us come into the hospital, checked me out, literally had a 30 minute ultrasound to make sure ladybug was okay (they told us she was going to be a chunk by the way), and then got sent home. That night around 9:45 my water broke, so we called our wonderful next door neighbors, and Pam came over to sit in the house (Noah was in bed) until my parents got there. We got to the hospital, and they confirmed that my water had broken. Then we played the waiting game. No contractions... I made Ryan sleep, while I laid in the bed and got checked over and over and over again. At 7 AM on Tuesday, they started Pitocin. I eventually decided that I wanted an epidural. To make a long story short, the epidural didn't work. It numbed my legs but that's about it. Around noon, the contractions were becoming horrible. Eventually they caused me to cry. Ryan was really good, he let me squeeze his hand- I eventually moved to his shirt because I didn't want to hurt him. They kept increasing the Pitocin, and then our nurse heard me swear (I only swore once out loud- I did most of my swearing in my head). She checked me and it was time to start pushing. Then, I heard her say the same thing they said with Noah- she's coming out face first. With Noah I pushed for 4 hours (plus I was extremely sick). There was no way I was going to push for 4 hours while experiencing these contractions. I pushed and pushed and pushed, and 20 minutes later, Juliana was out, and get this- she wasn't a chunk! Ryan refused to cut the cord, so I did it- last time my mom did it. My mom was supposed to be in the delivery room, but I told Ryan that if he left my side to call her, I would kill him- that's how much the contractions were hurting, I was threatening my own husband. Fortunately, my mom understood.

Yesterday we were supposed to come home. Ryan took Noah to Theresa's house and came up to the hospital to get us. The pediatrician who was supposed to discharge Juliana heard a murmur in her heart. We had to wait and have an echocardiogram and then wait for the pediatric cardiologist (who is only at Edward's on Thursday's- thank you Lord for having him there on that day). She had the echo at 10 AM, and we talked to the cardiologist at 6:45 PM- yep, we were at the hospital that long. My mom drove down and picked Noah up for us and entertained him and then put him to bed. Thanks MOM, you rock. Then she spent the night with us. We had a pretty good night overall.

Juliana has 1 medium sized, 1 small, and 1 x-small holes in her heart. It's scary for us, but the cardiologist said that these are the kind of heart problems you want to have compared to all the other problems out there. The 2 small holes should close on their own, but they will have to watch the medium sized one. We go back in 2 weeks to meet with the cardiologist, who was a very nice man.