TidyChaos: Weston Foster Hochstein

He is here! Weston Foster Hochstein was born on Monday, Sept 16, 2013 in North Suburban Medical Center in Thornton, Adams County, Colorado. He was born at 2:43 pm, weighing 8lb. 11 oz., 22 inches long.

We were scheduled for an induction that morning, but we took a little trip to the ER the night before because I was having contractions due to dehydration. We picked my mom up from the airport, dropped her off at the house, and went on to the hospital. But I was fine after a big glass of water. So we went back home to get ready for the next morning.

Everything went pretty smoothly. They broke my water at 12:25pm. They gave me an epidural (and a mistaken visitor came in my room right in the middle of the administration of it. She got a nice view of things I'm sure she'd rather not see.) They gave me a very low dose since my blood pressure plummeted every time they administered it. It took about two hours to go from 3cm to 7cm. My doctor came and asked what I thought about her going to a few appointments at her office just on the other side of the parking lot, and I told her to go. I figured it had taken me two hours to dilate 4cm, we should have at least an hour, right? Wrong.

My epidural stopped working at this point. I felt everything from 7cm on to the grand finale, which didn't take too long, luckily. The baby was fully effaced within twenty minutes of my doctor leaving and my body wanted nothing more than to help him come in to this world. But my doctor was no longer in the hospital. The most difficult part of the entire labor and delivery was having to just breathe through those contractions when my body was screaming for me to push while we waited for the doctor to get back into my room. I'd never experience that discomfort with my other deliveries because my epidural had worked so well.

Finally, Dr. Brandstetter arrived, and about four pushes later, Weston was nuzzled on my chest. I had a very tender moment with him. Of course he cried when he was first delivered, but the moment his head touched my chest, he stopped crying and just sort of whimpered, as if he knew that he was with his mommy and it was going to be okay. He whimpered for a few seconds about how terrible that experience was and then he was calm.

We finally meet!

This was the moment.

I love being a mother. Justin was a great support through the whole thing. He knows how to give just the right amount of love and contact during labor without driving me crazy. I'm a lucky lady.

Weston passed all his tests with flying colors. The hospital was super nice, making sure I was comfortable, even though there were several deliveries happening at the same time. I stayed the whole three days. My recovery shouldn't be too bad, he was nice to me, but I knew I would get much more rest there than at home, even with the nurses and staff coming in every few minutes to talk to me and check my vitals.

And yes, we decided on the name Weston Foster Hochstein. Justin picked it all out. We had a nice list of names we kept on our dry erase board in the kitchen, and we looked at those names for about four months, tweaking it here and there. Weston was the winner. The only names I'd picked were Axel and Stirling. Justin suggested Foster as the middle name (my Grandmother's maiden name and my brother's middle name), and of course I loved that idea.

The final list

He's been a good baby. A cute little quirk is his little tongue; he's like a cute little lizard sticking it out all the time I love it! He has no problem lying in a crib, he's nursing great (after he stopped trying to lick his milk up with his lizard tongue), and my heart is overflowing with love for this little angel.