Jonathan Crawford Jones

So I am terrible at blogging, keeping a journal, and all the like, but here I am trying again. My last post was over a year ago, and what I really wanted to add on that was that on August 13 the day we went out to celebrate, we found out we were pregnant!

On September 9(?) we had our first midwife appointment and got to see our cute little baby, and found out that I was due on April 19 or 20, 2012. I was excited and terrified all at once. Everything continued to go well. I loved being Pregnant! On December 1, 2011 our baby was not shy and let us know we would be having a boy! So we thought and thought, but couldn't agree on a name. And again everything was going well. We had one scare where we (I) thought he would be coming early around 30 weeks and we ended up getting an ultrasound to have that checked out, it showed that he wasn't coming yet, but that he was head down and low. That is where he sat for the last 7 and a half weeks before he was born.
At our 37 week check up I was checked and was at a 3 and 70 percent. And I had a few contractions that night. So I had contraction for 3 hours a day, Friday and Saturday. Then nothing all day Sunday. I was pretty disappointed.
Monday morning I had a hard time sleeping because I was having some contractions, also I was bleeding a little.I woke up around 5 AM and decided I should get some of my sewing projects done for school. Because I was bleeding I called labor and delivery and they  told me to come in.
Here is my birth story as I wrote it about a week later.
"On Friday I was 3 cm and 80% effaced
Contractions came off and on friday and Saturday. Just strong enough to make me uncomfortable and get my hopes up. Then nothing all day Sunday. I was pretty disappointed, and decided he probably wasn't coming for a while. So I went to bed, and woke up around 1 or 1:30 with contractions probably every half hour. Until 5 then they became more regular with a little blood.
Around 6 I started getting pretty uncomfortable and had quiet a bit of blood. I worked on sewing projects until a little before 7 and then went and got warren up. I told him I was having pretty regular contractions and some blood and that the baby would be here before the end of the day. I recommended he get up and he recommended I call and ask about the blood. They told me to go ahead and come in and get checked. I got there and was at a four and 100% effaced. They had me walk for a half hour, then checked again and I was at a. 6. Warren's friend Ben came to help give me a blessing of peace and strength. Then the midwife came to check me and said since I was at a 6 and my blood pressure was up they would keep me. She recommended I get in the jacuzzi tub. I thought it sounded great, I loved being in water during the pregnancy. It always helped me relax. And that was the case again. My blood pressure dropped quiet a bit and I was able to breathe through the contractions til around 1:30 when it was time to check me again. I was still at a six and had become discouraged that I wasn't progressing any faster, I just wanted my baby to get here and it wasn't happening fast enough
I got Nubain, and it distracted from the contractions, but wasn't doing it. They broke my water nice and clear. So I got an epidural to help since they decided to start pitocin. After about an hour I was to an 8. I rested for a while  again and was to a 9 with just a little left, they couldn't tell what direction his head was, so they had me start pushing. They knew he had a huge cone head, and thought it was going to take a while i pushed for an hour then the midwife came in to see how it was going. The baby's heart rate was getting higher so she had me push squatting using a bar for a while. They had a dr come in to see what he thought and he had me push a few times to see if it was doing anything, he said it could be a while and I was exhausted and baby's heart rate was getting more dangerous. He asked for permission to help me out and I thought it was a good idea with how tired I was. So he got the vacuum ready on his head and started pushing. This was the hardest most painful part, about halfway through this the dr said I was about to tear  so he was going to cut but I tore first. That was after 6 or 7 pushes, after that I had about 6 or 7 left. And my baby was on my chest. Warren got to cut the cord. The cord was huge and healthy. The took him from me to try to get him breathing better because he was very grunty. They brought him back for some kangaroo care to see if that would get him breathing better, when it didn't they took him to nicu to give him oxygen. I started crying and warren chose to stay with me while I was stitched up and to help me calm down some because I wanted my baby so bad. About an hour later  they were going to take warren to go see Jonathan when finally they brought him back to us. I got to hold him for a few minutes then she took him to clean him up. After that she helped me up to get to the shower, warren came to help me then they worked on getting us to our recovery room in the mom and baby unit."
He was 7 lbs 10 oz and 20 inches long at 37.5 weeks. So glad I didn't go all the way to 40!
My mom flew in the Wednesday I got out of the hospital to help for a week which was awesome. We also walked at graduation the Friday after he was born. He was born on a Monday. Yeah a little crazy on my part, but with the hormones making me crazy it seemed like a great idea. But it seemed that important so I did it.
Recovery didn't take too long for me, I was doing pretty good by 3 or 4 weeks. The pain meds the first two weeks made me crazy, and I thought I could still do everything. HA!  But we are all still alive and doing well.
Also I'm starting to just ramble, so I will stop here. I will add pictures of Jonathan soon!