We went to the hospital Tuesday night, fully expecting to be told we should go back home, but we were admitted and William was born the next day at 12:52 pm. I loved having an epidural!!!!!!!!!!! The most painful part of the whole process was the nurse who missed my IV three times...and used the wrong gauge needle, and she missed drawing blood. Chad and I have determined that shift change is a bad time to need ANYTHING at the hospital! My second nurse and everyone after that was great! He even waited so that my doctor could be there to deliver him- Dr. Storck- the perfect name for a great OB.
His hair is a riot- everyone at Baptist Hospital where we delivered kept calling him the "rocker baby." Not to brag, but it is pretty cute. It looks like he has had it styled and the tips frosted- a real Music City baby.
Right now all he wants to do is be swaddled and held. He freaks out when you take it off, but wrap him up and he falls asleep or is content just lying there. It's nice, but it's really hard to type one handed. We are going to go for a little stroll today and check out the neighborhood...of course I'll post more pics soon :-)
Our trio is complete.