Aiden's Journey out of my tummy...

As many of you know, Aiden has arrived. He is now 9 days old and doing wonderful. However, he did not want to make his appearence into the world. He was perfectly comfy cozy inside of mommy.
My due date was May 10th. Well, May 10th came and it went. I went to work feeling perfectly fine. In fact it was field day, which my class won by the way. Teachers seemed amazed that I was able to spend the day outside and felt fine. Tuesday, May 11th I went to the doctor. After being checked, I was still not anywhere near delivery ready. I was not dialted nor was my cervix thinned out. The doctor gave us our options...induce labor and if that didn't work, C section. He called the hospital to see when they could get me into labor and delivery to start the process. Bryan was leaving for Jacksonville the next week, so we needed it to be asap. The doctor came back into the room and told us we were going in that night.
I got to the hospital around 8 Tuesday night and they started the inducing process. Wednesday morning the doctor came in, there was very little progress, I was 3 centimeters. I was contracting, which I could not feel all day Wednesday. Wednesday night they came and checked again...still 3 centimeters. They decided to put me on some more medicine Wednesday night. Thursday morning they checked me again. 4 centimeters. At this point it was getting a little frustrating. Laying in the hopital bed for this long was not fun. They told me Thursday morning if I did not progress where I needed to, they would do a C section that night.
Thursday was interesting. I started feeling contractions in my back at some point Thursday morning. They gave me some kind of medicine that made me really really loopy and sleepy. I ended up sleeping most of the day Thursday. If you look at my pictures of facebook you can tell how drugged up I was. I ended up getting an epidural, which Bryan told them to give me. (I don't remember him doing that) All I remember is the pains in my back waking me up and me grasping the side of the bed when I felt them. The worst part about the epidural was having to lean over the way I needed to for them to give me the shot. I didn't even feel the shot. After the epidural I was still very much loony but now I couldn't feel from my mid stomach down. It was very strange not being able to move or feel my legs. At this point Bryan has to help me with a bed pan to pee in, because I still had to pee. They did end up giving me a cathader, which I'm sure Bryan was thankful for. Around seven Thursday night the doctors came back in to check one last time. Still no progress, so it was C section time. They planned for me to go to the opporating room at 8. Around 7:30 the epidural wore off and I was once again feeling the contractions in my back. I couldn't get any more medicine, because of the medicine that was coming for the C section. When the C section meds came I got extremely sick. Bryan held the trash can while I was throwing up. I had a rather large audience too. There were at least ten people in the room that witness me pucking.
The C-section....
I thought I remembered everything that went on during the C section, but I was in and out of it during the whole procedure. Bryan filled me in on stuff that I had no clue that had happened. They would let Bryan go in at the same time as me. I felt them starting to do their thing and Bryan still was not in the room. I remember feeling really scared to start with then I panicked because Bryan was not in there. I asked where he was and they said that they were getting him. He then came in and sat right next to my head. He held my hand through the entire thing. I heard Aiden cry when they pulled him out and saw them take him to a table to clean him up and do whatever else they had to do. It was horrible barely being able to see him laying on a table at least ten feet away. The next thing I remember was feeling them pulling and tugging at my stomach. It was horrible. Poor Bryan I was squeezing his hand extremely hard during this process. I then remember seeing Aiden for a brief second and them taking him out of the room. Bryan went with him. Bryan later told me that he was the one who brought Aiden over to me for me to see him. I also didn't realize Bryan took pictures of Aiden while he was getting cleaned up and everything else they did to him. After they sewed me up, I went to the recovery room for about thirty minutes. The whole time I was shaking like crazy from the meds. It was the strangest thing not being able to control my body and shaking like I did. I finally got to my room. Bryan and my parents were in the hall waiting for me to get there. As soon as I got situated in the room, I started asking about Aiden and when I would be able to see him. I didn't even know how much he weighed until Bryan told me in the room. I finally got to see Aiden at 2:30, around 6 hours after he was born. He stayed with us all night and did wonderful! I couldn't get out of the bed so when Aiden did cry, Bryan had to get up and take care of him. The next morning I had to get out of the bed for the first time after the C section. It was aweful. I felt like my insides were being ripped out and torn into shreds. The nurse had to pull and Bryan was behind me pushing so that I could get out of the bed. I think that was the worst pain I have ever experienced. After I was up, it wasn't too bad. I had to walk extremely slow and getting onto the toilet was another task to accomplish. Sitting down on the toilet was very difficult. Byran had to help me down and up. Thankfully there was a handle for me to hold onto to help get down and up. I never knew a toilet could feel so low. After the first time getting up out of bed, walking, and to the bathroom, and back in the bed, the task became much easier. The third time I needed to get up, which was in the middle of the night, I was determined to do it by myself. It took me thirty minutes, but I did it without waking up Bryan. That Saturday was also the day that I got to come home. It seemed like the world stopped while in those hospital walls for so many days. It was so nice to get out in the sunshine and come home.
Two days after we left the hospital, Bryan had to leave for Jacksonville for three days.