Jagger Slade Clore Has Arrived!

Our second little man has made his debut!  

Jagger Slade arrived April 26 at 1:47 p.m. weighing 8 pounds 7 1/2 ounces and measuring 20 inches in length. We are so in love and couldn't be happier. 

The story goes like this....

I had my doctor appointment Thursday afternoon (which I blogged about) and the doctor said that he thought I would go into labor that day or the next. Turns out he was right! I began to have some cramping that evening and I called my parent's at about 7 p.m. and told them that I thought I would go into labor that night or the next. My mom said that they would head up that night. I promptly called them back and told them to hold off because I was going to feel really bad if they drove up here and I was wrong! They decided to come anyway and they arrived at about midnight. I had cramping on and off the entire time I waited for them to arrive. 

I woke up at 5:28 a.m. Friday morning with what I thought were labor pains. I was really uncomfortable but I tried to fall back asleep but the pains wouldn't stop coming! I kept an eye on the time and noticed that they were about 8 minutes apart. I knew that they were the real thing because they didn't go away even after I got up to walk around. I woke my mom up whining and grunting in pain at about 7 that morning. I kept telling Mark that I was in labor but he ignored me! He kept on sleeping even after I told him that they were 5 minutes apart but 6:45 that morning. Keep in mind, you are supposed to go to the hospital when they are 5 minutes apart. 

I called the hospital at 7:30 and told them that I was in labor and what was going on. The nurse told me to head in immediately which would have been possible if Mark would have gotten out of bed by that time but no, he "thought I was being dramatic." In between being doubled over in pain, I told him that we had to go to the hospital. Ten minutes later, he slowly rolled out of bed and then proceeded to take his sweet time in the shower. To top if off, he still had to pack which I had done the night before because I knew it was going to happen soon. 

We left the house around 8:30 but I had the genius idea to stop by the best bakery in Carson City to get two boxes of goodies in the hopes of getting on the nurses' good side. Mark was in the bakery for five minutes and during that time, I had 4 contractions. I was beginning to think that we might not even make it to the hospital before I gave birth! 

Thankfully, we made it there in quick time, gave the nurses the pastries and then were escorted to a side room where they hooked me up to some machines to monitor my contractions. I was beyond annoyed. I kept insisting that I was really in labor but they wanted to be positive. After about 40 minutes of that, a nurse came in to check me and as she did so, she asked if I thought I was really in labor. In between feeling like a donkey kicked me in the gut, I told her yes. She then asked how I would know since it was my first baby. I laughed and told her that it was my second and that I had been through this before. Her eyes grew wide as she told me that she was told it was my first. Seconds later, her eyes grew even wider as she said that I was already 6 cm dilated. I was promptly moved into a room!

By the time we got settled into our room, I had been having contractions for almost 5 hours and I was nearly desperate for an epidural. There was one little problem...even though I had pre-registered at the hospital, I wasn't in the system for some reason so I couldn't get the epidural until I had my blood drawn first and I couldn't get my blood drawn until I was in the system! My contractions were now 2-3 minutes apart at the most! I thought my head was going to explode from the pain. 

Turns out, the pastries worked! The head nurse called for the anesthesiologist anyway and told him to give me epidural anyway, especially in light of the fact that with Trent, I dilated from a 6/7 to a 10 in 15 minutes and she was afraid that by the time the computer problem was worked out, I would be at a 10 and then wouldn't be able to get the epidural. There was no way in hell that I was going to push this baby out with some drugs so I was beyond thankful for her sticking up for me! 

Minutes later, the drug man walks in to my room and I think that my mouth fell to the floor. He was gorgeous! Mark could tell that I thought the doctor was hot instantly and he proceeded to give me the evil eye so I tried not to gawk at the man's baby blues which, by the way, perfectly matched his scrubs. He was tall, tan, muscular and well, anyway...back to my baby story...

The good doctor gave me a spinal tap rather than epidural (not quite sure what the difference is) because he was afraid that the epidural wouldn't kick in by the time my widening body was ready to push. Once I began to feel my legs go numb, I think I told him that I loved him (which I am sure every birthing woman says to him). On a side-note, I was kind of sad the day before when Mark and I scheduled a date to be induced (my doctor was going out of town and because of childcare issues, he said he would induce us a few days early if I had gone into labor sooner). I told my doctor that I wanted to experience nature just taking its course and the pains of labor for myself without being induced and getting the epidural shortly thereafter. Well, after suffering through labor pains for hours, I couldn't help but tell Mark, "What the hell was I sad about? These contractions are the most horrible pain known to man." I believe I even said something about how Mark should have to get kicked in the nuts every time I had a contractions which he didn't think was very funny.

Anyhow, once the spinal tap was working, they checked me again and I was at a 9. I swear, I dilate to fast which I suppose I should be grateful for. Mark and I dozed on and off for the next hour or so. They kept checking me but my water hadn't broke yet which was holding me back from getting to 10. My doctor came in at 12:30 to break my water but all he had to do was stick a finger inside and my water broke on it's own...the nurse didn't even have the chance to hand him that crazy looking tool that he uses to break the water with. He patted me on the leg and said that he would check back in an hour which was when he told me I was going to begin to push if I wasn't ready sooner. 

I felt the insane urge to push from 12:30 to 1:30 but I just let the little man do all of the work! I could have called the nurse and told her that I was ready but I thought that I would let the baby get as low as possible so I wait patiently until 1:30. The doctor came in at that time and asked if I was ready to go. I sat up and nodded. The nurses then bustled about the room while the doctor got into his scrubs. He sat down at 1:40 p.m. and six pushes later, I looked down and saw my little man's face staring up at me. The doctor plopped him on my chest and he promptly peed all over me (Trent pooped on me immediately). 

Jagger is tan and chubby and just as cute as can be! He has a ton of dark, long hair (I knew he would due to the insane heartburn I had during pregnancy) and furry thighs and arms. He looks a lot like his big brother and I cannot imagine my life without all of my boys. 

I am so thankful for not only having the easiest labors in the world but for my family and friends who have all been so helpful! 

Before....

After....

My chunky monkey!

I would write more but I don't have time! Jagger has jaundice and Trent needs me this very second. I don't even have time to re-read/edit this post so I apologize for any grammatical errors.  I'll try to keep everyone updated soon.