I was getting antsy sitting around waiting at home for the phone to ring. September 19 just so happened to also be the same day the iphone 6 was released. So Mark and I decided if we were going to be sitting around waiting all day, we might as well go wait in line for the new iphone. Our phones were about 3 years old at that point, so we were due for an upgrade anyway. We went and waited and got our iphones. Still no call from the hospital to come in though. Lucky for us, Melanie (Mark's sister) works in Labor & Delivery at IMC. She called in for us and somehow convinced the Charge Nurse to squeeze us in that day. We got a call shortly after telling us to head on over! We dropped Harvey off at the neighbors (thank you McDonoughs!) and headed over!
We got there shortly after 2:00. I was so excited that we were finally going to be having our baby boy. With Harvey I was a week overdue, which ended with some complications because of meconium. I didn't want that again. Already being 2 days overdue now, I was hoping an induction might help prevent him from "overcooking." However, at the same time, I was very nervous to have an induction. From what I'd known from friends with inductions, it was a very long process. Lucky for me, that wasn't the case at all and I would totally do an induction 100x over again.
Shortly after we were settled in they had me on Pitocin to start contractions. Contractions started almost immediately, so I asked for my epidural right away. The contractions weren't bad, but I'd been through bad contractions before and I didn't care to experience them again. I figured the more on-top of the pain I could be the better. I had the same anesthesiologist that I had with Harvey and he was great. I quickly felt relief from the pain. Now it was just time to wait.
Same as it was with Harvey, he was posterior, so they wanted to see if we could get him to flip around. They put you in the most awkward positions. None of them seemed to be helping much, but it was worth trying before they tried to physically flip him over.
To my surprise, things progressed really fairly quickly for me. Dr. Evenson came down and broke my water. No mechonium. Phewf. Just a few short hours after that, the nurse was checking me and was surprised by how much our little guy had moved down. He was practically poking his head right out! She told me to keep my legs closed (ha!) and went and called for Dr. Evenson. It took her about 30 minutes to come back down and get suited up, but literally half a push in she was telling me to stop! We were all so shocked, he practically shot right out. She was telling me to stop because she had to turn him a bit (he was still a bit posterior). Then, she practically just pulled the rest of his body right out, and that was it! Easy peasy! He was born at 6:42 p.m.
Right after Dr. Evenson had him out she plopped him right up on my chest and Mark was able to cut the cord. It doesn't matter whether it's your first time or 100th time...there is nothing more miraculous to giving birth and seeing your child for the first time. It was such a different experience this go around, though. I hardly got to hold Harvey before he was whisked away to the NICU. I loved that I got to just sit and hold my baby right then and there. They did take him for a bit to clean him up and get his stats. He was a hefty 8 pounds 1 ounce and 21 inches long. The same stats as his brother :)
We were pretty settled on the name beforehand and luckily it suited him just fine... Fletch Daniel Montgomery. We'd been poking around with the name Fletch for months, but hadn't settled on Daniel (also Mark's middle name) until right before. We get a lot of people asking us how we can came up with the name Fletch. Funny thing is, I didn't ever think we had "come up with it." I'd heard it before, but it sort of came about whilst browsing a Baby Name book and coming across the name Fletcher. I asked Mark if he liked the shortened version of just "Fletch" and he immediately exclaimed, "Yes! Like the old Chevy Chase movie." Turns out I really love those movies too, so it was win win. Mark even shouted "Fletch Lives!" when was born, just like the movie title. He really is our own little Fletchy though and has definitely won a big spot in our hearts!