Mothers Day has been wonderful thus far. We made it to church this morning and then out to brunch just the 4 of us. Which, ok, sounds awesome. The FOUR of us. Have I mentioned lately how ecstatic I am that I am no longer pregnant? Uh huh.

The gestational diabetes is gone – they gave me ice cream right after I gave birth. Freaking awesome. And Oliver is in the clear as well.
Here’s the very short run down of Oliver’s birth:
We were scheduled to be induced on May 5 – we knew about this for about a week prior but kept it a secret because we were hoping I would still go in to labor on my own. So May 5 rolls around and we have to be at the hospital at 7 am. We thought – AWESOME, in a few hours we’ll have a baby boy to cuddle and we can get on with our day …
Right. Well. They induced me, and nothing really happened, so at 1 they broke my water and contractions started to get more and more uncomfortable as time went on – by 5, after being checked and told I had only dilated to 4 centimeters (one centimeter further than 7 am) I asked for the epidural and at 7pm they gave me pitocin … checked me again at 8pm – I was 8 centimeters and ready to go – by 8:30 I was pushing and 9:02 Oliver was born.
His birth was actually really great – smoother than Jessica’s. My body knew what to do. There were no complications with him, no meconium in the amniotic fluid … no use of the vacuum for birthing, and the cord was not wrapped around his neck. He was just big, is all. And super adorable.
Tuesday was super busy with visitors and figuring out the cost side of things – we didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer than we absolutely had to seeing as how it’s upwards of $1,000 a day. We were trying to get Oliver discharged before 24 hours and then just bring him back for his 24 hour test but they didn’t like that idea – so we waited until after that and went home on Tuesday night about 10:30 pm.
And life has been getting on with it ever since.