Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Welcome to the World, Michael Scott Auvenshine, Jr.

On August 26th at 5:25am Mike and I welcomed Michael Scott Auvenshine, Jr. into the world. Below is our story of that day.

Labor and Delivery at Presbyterian Hospital of Denton (Now I understand why the term "labor" is used)
This is a photo of me when I first was admitted to the hospital. Notice I'm smiling...that means I'm not feeling the contractions yet. If you don't want to here the gory details (I actually leave them out!) of labor and delivery, please move on to the next paragraph. At 4am on Monday morning, the 25th, my water broke. At the time, I wasn't sure if that was what happened so I went back to bed and waited to call my doctor's office that morning. The nurse told me to go to labor and delivery at the hospital. Since, it was a week before Scott's due date, I had to rush around the house getting my bag together, knowing that the hospital would not let me come back home if my water had broken. I made it to the hospital and my doctor came in at lunch to verify that indeed my water had broken. Mike rescheduled his afternoon patients and came up to the hospital. They put me on pitocin to speed things along. They wanted Scott born within 24 hours to prevent infection. After a few hours, I thankfully got an epidural, which allowed them to max out the pitocin. This part of labor was very nice and relaxing (I now highly recommend epidurals). By 3am I was ready to start pushing. Unfortunately, Scott changed his mind and decided he wasn't ready to come out. I pushed for an hour and a half, with no real progress--I was exhausted, hungry, the epidural had worn off, and Scott had developed a nice cone head. At 4:30 my doctor came in and we decided that we needed to resort to C-section. So, I was off to the OR and Scott was delivered at 5:25am. This was definitely not fun, but worth it!
Here is Scott's first picture right after the C-section. He weighed in at 8lbs. 5oz. and 20 1/2 inches long.
Scott was not so happy when he got pulled out by Dr. Wilson. He let it be know by peeing all over the place. Mike says he screamed and cried until they brought him to me in the recovery room.

While getting stitched up, I got one of my first glimpses of Scott.



Here are a couple of pics that we can embarass Scott with in the future.










Mam-aw, Grammy, and Great Aunt Denise are so excited to see Scott in the nursery after waiting all night long for him to be born.







Scott got his first bath from the nurses in the hospital nursery.

A Clean Baby. Notice the cleft in his chin. He definitely inherited his mouth and chin from his Papa.


Our first picture as a family. This was in the recovery room and I am feeling as rough as I look.

Day 1 of Scott's Life--August 26, 2008

Mike is such a proud Papa!

Mam-aw (Mike's Mom) is so proud to hold her first grandson!

Grammy (My Mom) is so proud to hold her first grandchild!!

We are all so thankful to our favorite OB/Gyn, Dr. Wilson. He took such good care of me and Scott for the last nine months and brought Scott into this world safely.
Our friends and family sent us some beautiful flowers.

Day 2 of Scott's life--August 27, 2008:


Scott is so content being swaddled. He even let me work on this blog.

I got to take a shower today, and felt 100% better.

Day 3 of Scott's life--August 28, 2008:

We got Scott loaded in the car and came home!!





Mike got to introduce Scott to one of his favorite pastimes--watching college football on an HD TV. It was even a Baylor game, even better. Of course, I think Scott shares my enthusiasm, considering he is asleep.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Welcome Scott! We are so glad you have arrived. We love you, your mommy, and dad. Can't wait to meet you in person. God's blessing upon you all.

Love, Aunt Jessica & Uncle Poopoo

Martha Frances said...

Dear Scott,
Wow! You're just precious & your parents look so great after the ordeal. It's so wonderful to know that you are safely in this world. I hope to see you soon. Don't know what your folks will want you to call me, but Amelia & Violet call me "Oma," so perhaps you'll share that name for me. Opa would have been so proud!
Much, much love, Oma (Grandmother Martha)