We drove to and walked into the hospital, stopping once or twice along the way for me to have a contraction. We rang the doorbell (there's no one there at reception at night because it's a super small hospital with no emergency room), they let us in, and got me into my room, into a gown, and then three nurses started firing questions at me. And that's when I said, "Is one of you in charge of getting me an IV? I need to get a bolus of fluid so I can get my epidural ASAP." They laughed at me. And then they got the IV people going. I was really wishing at this point that I hadn't been in denial and just admitted that I was in labor so I could have gotten to the hospital sooner. (To be fair, I had never gone into labor this way. My water broke with Scott and I was induced with Bobby.) Contractions were coming much faster and harder and closer together and it got much, much harder to continue answering the nurse's questions. Finally, the anesthetist arrived and for what seemed like an eternity he stood behind me with a needle in my back. I was shaking like mad, the contractions were not letting up and Emily just hugged me and reminded me to keep breathing. The epidural finally took effect and they gave me anti-nausea medicine immediately afterward at my request and I didn't puke this time!! I'm guessing this happened around 5:30 or 6am. So that was great. Since I was settled and pain-free, Emily drove home (about 2 minutes) to wake up her 12-year-old daughter and tell her what was happening so she could tell my kids when she woke up.
By the time Emily got back, I had been sleeping for about 40 minutes or so and it was time to push! They got me all set up, I pushed 3 or 4 times and out she came at 7:04am! And no stitches this time!! It was extremely unfortunate that Matt could not be there. However, we were able to Skype with him immediately after she was born and so he saw her being weighed and measured (6lbs 12.7oz, 19 inches) and we were able to chat with him. It was okay. We couldn't have predicted that she would come 8 days early. Scott was 5 days late and I was induced on my due date with Bobby (based on how quickly I progressed with him I think I would have been about 2 days late or less even). So, we assumed she would be late, but we still allowed for what we thought was the impossible and had Matt flying in 6 days before my due date on a Thursday. I planned to have him come with me to the doctor and see how things were going and see how soon I could be induced so as not to waste too much of his time off. Well, Marie had a plan of her own!
Here are some of her first pictures:
(Regarding her name, it took forever and I think I went through a list of about 50 names, but the moment Matt came up with Marie Joy and he seemed happy with it, I ran with it. He hadn't felt settled about any other name I suggested, so I was just happy he had made a decision.)
The boys love her. Bobby is especially affectionate, but they both love to give her hugs and to talk with her. They have been playing together really well lately, which has made things all the easier for me to dedicate the necessary time to taking care of her. We are truly a happy family of late.