They had scheduled our induction date for Saturday, October 17th, and we were both excited and nervous, and I'm not sure how much sleep either of us got the night before. I remember falling asleep wondering if maybe you would come on your own accord, and the first thought I had when my alarm went off is that you had not come on your own. We sleepily got ready and I even drove us to the hospital, since I'm more awake in the morning than your dad and it would be awhile before I would be driving again. It was so nice to just feel excitement over the anticipation of your arrival instead of labor pains!
At that point, I was getting less comfortable sitting on the bed, so I decided to move to the glider. The combination of being distracted by family (your Uncle Will always makes me laugh) and the movement really helped the time go by and kept my mind off the pain. I was really thankful that they could be there. The doctor came to check on me around 5pm, and I was dilated to 6 cm. At that point, they broke my water and my pain increased considerably. Since I was already at a 6, I decided to go ahead and get the epidural. It was a weird sensation, as I could still feel the contractions, but the pain was manageable.
The doctor then checked on me again at 9:00pm, and it was go time! I was really thankful that I had progressed this far, but now the pressure was on.
These first few days in the hospital were a haze, as we worried over your every movement and proudly proclaimed to each other that you were the most most beautiful baby we had ever seen. Looking back, it's easier to wish that we had taken better pictures of your first moments here on earth, but I am just so thankful for these.