Welcome Baby Boy

It really began the entire week before. I started having many many very hard braxton hicks, I was throwing up again, and so sick that finally I went to the hospital. However it was only false labour brought on by dehydration from being sick, so home again I went. However they noticed my blood-pressure was high. It had been on the extremely low side the entire pregnancy so they were concerned with the sudden jump. The next day I needed to see my doctor and it had gone back down to a more normal level, but he noticed swelling in my ankles so there was some concern. On the Wednesday I had energy for the first time since I got pregnant so Gil and I decided to head out to the movies for the last hurrah so to speak. Half way through the movie though I started feeling very strange so we stopped at Shoppers after and checked my blood pressure which had spiked to a really high number so we headed back to the hospital the next day. Again it started to come down so they let me come home but asked that I return on Saturday and get checked again. On Saturday everything was perfect, so on Monday I had my regular doctor's appointment where again it was a little high but nothing too concerning. However he decided to do a membrane sweep to see if that would start labour and sure enough it did.

Later that afternoon right around supper time we headed in to the hospital. Things moved slowly at first but they needed to get anti-biotics into me so it was actually a good thing that things moved slowly. Once the anti-biotics were in they gave me Demerol and then I slept a bit and when it started to where off then I asked for an epidural. For once the epidural actually worked and I didn't feel a thing. They had to tell me when to push and then after six or seven pushes little Christopher Eldon arrived into the world. A perfect little man weighing in at six pounds 15 ounces.

He's a really good baby sleeping and eating most of the time. Of course as with any baby he has his grumpy periods but for the most part he is really good. He looks alot like his sister Elizabeth did at this stage. He seems to have blonde hair and he has the round head. His eyes are different though, I think they will be alot like his dads which is a good thing. He has his grand-dads long feet and weird toes though (poor child) but if any of them were to have that at least it's the boy.

So he's here and now is the recovery process. My body is healing very slowly, much slower than with the others but that is probably because it is the fourth and every time apparently gets harder. It is the last time though and that's how I get myself through the days of pain when even my legs don't seem to want to work right.

Almost there. . .

This pregnancy has definetely been one of the most trying and complicated one yet, the pregnancy to END all pregnancies. I am embarking on my "final week", at least it had better be my final week, and I am more tired and sick than in the beginning. The doctor attributes this to stress and my stomach being so small that any food in it makes me feel worse. So I've taken to eating really really small meals. Example on Wednesday night supper was a piece of garlic bread and two chicken wings, and still afterwards I felt too full. The baby is still strong though so that is the main thing right?

I have lost three pounds this week, and am on my way to the hospital now for a stress test to make sure my blood-pressure is okay. It was elevated earlier this week and the doctor wants me to stay off my feet as much as possible. Well with three kids that is kind of hard.

Gil and I are completely stressed out about it all. He has been working non-stop(so it seems) on a server that kept crashing, staying up until three o'clock in the morning most nights and then getting up early with the kids. Now I'm even more useless in the house and I can see the stress and wear and tear of these past weeks eating at him. I haven't seen him so worn out since his father died and I am worried about him and if he will survive this transisition.

The kids are going crazy too. It's so hard for them, not understanding why Mom and Dad are so out of it and why then our tempers are shorter. We are less understanding and unfortunately they take the brunt. I think this will end up being a difficult transistion for everyone. However I am optomistic about the future because once this baby is born then I can finally be more hands on, and get myself healthy and feeling fit, and lavish love on all my children. I am excited about that about what I will be able to do with the kids, and what our life will look like. So off I go and hopefully everything will turn out to be fine.