Our Little Oliver

We finally have our little boy! Oliver Lee Walton was born on May 8, at approximately 4 pm. He weighed in at 7 lbs 15 oz  and was 20 inches long. 

His first photo!

 We had quite the time actually getting him here though... so here is our story!

First off, we decided to induce that morning. We headed in and got to the hospital at about 7:30 in the morning as directed by our Doc. Well, he of course didn't show up until about 9:00. Typical. We really do actually love our doctor! We finally get things rolling shortly there after and expected to be in labor for the entire day. Fortunately for us, or so we thought at the time, this baby was ready to come! I was dilated to a 6 by noon, and as our doctor was checking me he said he felt a little hand! We thought that was pretty cool, but then my water broke (while he was still checking me...) At that point my doctor told us that our little boy had actually grabbed his finger! Never expected that one, huh?

After all of that, I got my epidural, call me what you will, but those things are AMAZING! Totally recommend it to anyone. About an hour later, the nurse comes in to check me again. But this time she says that she doesn't think it's a hand she is feeling, but instead she thinks it's a foot! At this point Terry and I look at each other like, "This nurse is insane, how did we get stuck with her??" She immediately calls our doctor and much to our surprise... it IS a foot. Imagine this, our baby was trying to come out with his head, hand, and foot all at the same time! This is where it gets exciting. 

Our doctor then goes and calls a specialist. This specialist had never heard anything like it! Aren't specialist supposed to see every unusual case in the book?! Yeah, that's what we thought too. The specialist basically left our doctor with a, "Good luck" and that was it. Our doctor was able to manipulate his foot back up into my belly, but then his umbilical cord slipped! Every time I had a contraction, Oliver's head would push against his umbilical cord which caused his heart rate to drop, and would stop his body from getting what it needed from my body. 

"C-section" had already been thrown around a few times, so when I told my doctor to do whatever he thought was the safest, he looked at me and said we needed to go to the operating room. By this time, Terry was pretty frantic and I was doing everything I could not to cry. When we got to the operating room, they were poking and pinching me to make sure I couldn't feel anything, but of course, I had what they call a "window" where it didn't go completely numb. Our anesthesiologist told me later that he had never seen or heard of anything like it. We were just an extremely weird case apparently! They ended up having to put me completely out, so then they had to to get the baby out as fast as they could, it took them 3 minutes. We went in just in time, because he was blue when he came out. He is healthy now however, and that is all that really matters!

Even though, it wasn't our ideal delivery, or even close to any kind of delivery we would have expected, we couldn't be more happy with our little boy. We can tell from the way he was born that we have a lot on our hands with this little guy!