I can't believe my sweet boy turned one year old today. I've never waited longer than a couple months to write down one of the boys' birth stories and I hate that I waited so long for this one but better late than never. Unfortunately for me, I don't remember a lot of the details but I'm going to try my best.
On Sunday, September 8th at 10:43am, while I was 39 weeks pregnant, we welcomed Archer Daniel Capan into the world and our family was complete. From the moment I laid eyes on our first son, Tucker, I could not wait to know all of my children. I had such a strong desire to see their faces and I'm so thankful that day finally came.
A few weeks before I delivered, my doctor wanted me to schedule an induction. I wasn't thrilled about that but my blood pressure had started to rise (as it had with each pregnancy before) and she wanted me to deliver before I hit 40 weeks. I really wanted things to happen on their own this time around but that did not happen.
September 8th was the date we had selected for the induction because the other three boys all had 8's in their birth dates (18, 28, and 8) and we wanted his to follow suit. I was supposed to go to the hospital the night before so on Saturday the 7th Jeremy and I kissed the boys goodbye (my dad and stepmom were already in from Tennessee to stay with them) and headed to Chuy's for one last date night.
At this point I don't remember a lot of the details of how dilated I was at what time but what I do remember is that I was given Pitocin some time in the middle of the night. With all three of my other deliveries, once I was given this things started moving VERY quickly so that's what I was expecting again. Well, things were moving SO slowly. Hours just kept passing and my contractions weren't too terrible and my water hadn't broken. At some point, early morning, the nurse told me that they were giving me very low doses so that I didn't deliver until later. I was so mad! I couldn't believe it. If that was the plan I could have just slept in my own bed and checked myself in in the morning. No need to toss and turn all night to not deliver until almost 11. There was nothing I could do about it but I was so annoyed.
I don't remember when I got the epidural but it was the best experience out of all 4. Although my right leg went so numb and felt so heavy I could hardly move it. That made things a little difficult but eventually it started to wear off.
I'm so sad writing this. I know I'm really the only person who cares about the details. Archer, if he's anything like his father won't care, but I am so mad at myself for not writing everything down shortly after. My mom got there around 7 am and Jeremy was still trying to sleep around 8. Once I was 10 cm dilated everything moved quickly and to be totally honest I was worried we wouldn't get my scrambled eggs order in before 11 am when they cut off breakfast. Archie was delivered at 10:54 so we made it just in time!😅 He was (is) perfect. It's always such a relief when they place that sweet baby on your chest. Although, in this case he was more on my stomach because his umbilical cord was so short!
By 12:54 my parents/step parents and the boys were in the room to meet Archer. I hadn't even been up to the bathroom yet.😅 We were moved to our recovery room shortly after and we were home less than 48 hours later.
These photos were taken when he was only 12 days old by my friend Michelle (Bambino International) and I will cherish them forever!
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