This little guy came into our life on March 5th, the day after his due date, weighing in at 6lbs 4oz, our little peanut. The path for us to have little Dylan wasn't a straight or easy one, we ended up needing IVF to conceive, which is far from a straightforward process. We've chronicled our IVF journey
over here if you have any interest in reading about our journey. We found blogs so helpful to us during our treatment, we decided to start one ourselves in the hopes it might help someone else one day.
Needless to say our life has changed, and we are so thrilled to share our adventures with our son. His conception and pregnancy weren't straightforward, and neither was his birth (though it was much better than the birth we'd been told to prepare for - preterm and potential C-section). On his due date we went in for an ultrasound, to check on how he was doing (this was a regular process in our pregnancy), they found he had low amniotic fluid and whisked us off to labor and delivery to be induced. Not being dilated at all, they gave me cervadil at 6pm, hoping for me to dilate overnight, ready to start pitocin in the morning. After playing some card games we went to sleep, prepped for a big day starting early in the morning.
At 1am the little guy had other ideas and contractions started hard. We started walking around the halls, excited we were about to meet our little man, and trying to keep moving to work through the contractions. They quickly got harder and faster, some classic back labor but with the added touch of induction from the cervadil (rare, but happens). After 6hrs even the bathtub wasn't helping, and hearing we were only at 3cm, a pain pill followed to try and give me an hour or two break to sleep. Though I fell asleep, with every contraction (2-3 minutes at this point) I woke up with hard back labor, struggled through and immediately fell asleep after. Needless to say, an epidural followed! Though the epidural didn't totally take, it did make it so I could rest some, and after a total of 30hrs of labor, our little man came into the world. His entrance was quiet, and though that worried us, he was fine, just took some convincing to cry out. After pooping on me, and peeing on his dad, they took him over to clean him up and check him over. Perfectly healthy.
We stayed in the hospital a few extra days, as he was having blood sugar issues they wanted to see resolved. After working through a feeding plan (breast, pumping and formula) his numbers increased and we came home. Still to this day I look at him and a little stir in my brain can't quite believe he's here and he's ours. Here's to the new, improved, adventures. Welcome baby Dylan.
