Today my baby boy will be one week old. Just writing that made me cry a bit. Now technically, as I just nicely told screamed at my husband, Harrison won’t really be a week old until 8pm tonight. Either way, my baby is now a week old.

This time last week, I was plotting to get my doctor to induce me. I had gotten tired of my own whining and was prepared to throw a tantrum, sob and or hold her hostage until she set a time to induce me. I told Logan that I was done and here was the plan. He just laughed at me, but agreed to go along with it. Our appointment was scheduled at noon.

So in we go. We show up and the first thing she says is, dang I was hoping you’d have called me by now. Maybe we should just schedule an induction. Dude can I marry you, were my exact words. Then she decided to “massage” my cervix. Which is a nice way of saying she stripped the membranes and god only knows what else. It was not comfortable, lets just say that. Then she sent me home, with my baby eviction notice scheduled for Monday morning.

We got home around 1:30pm and I went to make something to eat and felt like I needed to go to the bathroom and realized, holy shit I’m in labor. And owie this freaking hurts. I’d had so many fake contractions (ok, they weren’t fake cause they hurt like hell) that we decided to time them. Five minutes apart. After three in a row, Logan freaked the fuck out and we left to go to the hospital. I think it was almost 2pm.

We got to the hospital about twenty minutes later. I was 6 centimeters dilated. They popped my water, shoved a catheter in me, gave me an epidural and had me up and ready in labor and delivery in twenty minutes flat. Which was mostly due to the fact that Logan told them I’d had Bailey after two hours labor and with no epidural. And it was nice, I likey the epidural. When I realized that I wasn’t feeling contractions, I was like, ohhhh this is even better. They’d given me a button with more medicine in it, that I could press when I needed it. I never pressed it.

My best friend Kate showed up about this time and we just sat and chatted. Every once in a while we’d look at the monitor and they’d tell me, oh that was a contraction. But see I never felt them. Which seemed great in the moment. But in reality it was slowing down labor. So we waited. And waited. And waited some more.

I started getting hungry, but all I could have was popsicles. Then I started getting a bit nauseous because it had been hours since I had eaten. At this point I called a nurse in, because they’d been scarce. She said, your doc will be here in a minute, but we may have to induce you a bit if this doesn’t get going a bit more. Ok, cool lady whatever, was my response.

Around five my doctor came in. She was thrilled because she’d managed to go to her kids parent/teacher conference before coming. She checks me and I’m about 8 centimeters dilated. She’s a bit worried that I can’t feel any contractions, but since I can feel her messing with my toes and can lift my legs high on my own, she says it is all okay. She orders something for the nausea and leaves.

Around seven she comes back in and says, well lets check you again. I’m like 9 centimeters but the contractions still aren’t on top of each other yet. So she reaches up in there and literally pushes back the rest of my cervix. This I did feel. About twenty minutes later the epidural stops working. Completely stops working. I’m ready to push, my doc is like, okay lets do this. I started pushing at 7:38pm. And I didn’t stop pushing. I couldn’t stop. At one point they wanted me too, just to get prepared is I think what the nurse said. Well shit lady, if you ain’t prepared it’s not my problem at this point. Logank just said to me, babe don’t worry, just push if you want, I won’t let him fall. That’s all I needed to hear.

Harrison Thomas was born at 8:08pm, September 25th, 2008. He weighed 8 pounds, 6.4 ounces, was 20 inches long.

I couldn’t hold him at first, I wasn’t able to stop shaking. Logan held him up to me and we looked at each other for a bit and then the nurse took him to clean him up and check him out.

Pretty much all I’ve done since then is hold him and kiss him and tell him how much we all love him. Logan and my MIL fight me all day to hold him. Logan is enthralled with him. The girls adore him, they want to hold him all the time too. They tell us, quiet, my brother is sleeping. Which is funny, since he could care less about noise. He is the mellowest baby I’ve ever seen in my life.

Adjusting to a baby is hard, I won’t lie. But he’s such an awesome baby, that’s it’s not really a big deal at all.

One week old tonight and I already can’t remember my life without him.