Thor has arrived.
I actually went into the hospital on March 31st at 8p to be induced. And lo and behold, the God of Thunder has started his descent. And I was already dilated and a bit effaced, so I didn't need the cervadil (which in not cervadil anymore, but misoblahblahblah). I did get a shot of pitocin in the middle of the night to move me along a bit. I labored overnight, and delivered my little boy at 6:50am. He was 8lbs. 3 ozs. and 20 inches long. For 37 weeks, he was a big boy, which makes me happy.
I had a pretty amazing experience. Not the startling, grief-stricken journey I imagined. Oh, I had my moments when the midwives and nurses who tended to Lucia visited me. We all had a good cry. Pretty much I made every nurse I had cry with my history, especially as I as so profusely thankful to everyone who touched Lucy's life. That is what I felt when I saw women who labored with me during Lucia, just this profound sense of appreciation for witnessing her life. I had an amazing time with the nurse on night shift, talking and laughing, and in general, keeping myself distracted. Majorly distracted.
I will write more when I have slept, which I haven't really done for more than an hour since March 30th. Until then, I leave you with a picture of Thor and his knitted winged helmet baby cap: