Marcus Bradley Gomez was born @2:10 am January 22, 2011, 10 lbs. 1 oz., 22 inches @ Moanalua Hospital in Honolulu, Hawaii. Many people asked me if I was having twins and now I know why... Here is my basketball belly picture right before we went to the hospital. I have a smile on my face because I had a scheduled induction. I was already dilated 4 cm. for over 3 weeks so doc gave us the go ahead to be induced. It was time to speed things up even though I was only 5 days over my due date. Its a good thing we were induced-otherwise- 11 pounds anyone?
This is right before they hooked up the oxytocin- calm before the storm. I was a little scared to be induced but everything went just fine until my contractions were 1 minute apart and very painful. I started to get very tingly in my feet and hands and very light headed. That's when they checked me and I was at a 7 so I had to decide between an epidural or IV. Luckily I chose the epidural otherwise I don't think I would have been able to push my sweet little 10 pounder out.
Cone-head baby Marcus. Poor thing was stuck in the birth canal for 2 1/2 hours. We did it Baby! Everyone gasped when the nurse announced "10 pounds and 1 ounce". I couldn't believe it! I started to believe it when the doctor who was stitching me up kept asking the nurse for more and more thread. He wouldn't tell me how many stitches I had. He also wouldn't tell me that they were considering a C-section...he just kept whispering to the nurse the whole time I was pushing. Interesting- I've heard that a lot of women yell at their husbands when they are in labor- well, I yelled at my doctor. No joke. Oh- and Juan kicked the nurse out of the room when she came in to try to move me to another room right after I had fainted. I have a little theory that A LOT of night nurses either hate their shift and take it out on the patients or they aren't good nurses so they have to take the crap shift. I say a lot because my aunty is a night nurse and I am sure she makes the exception.
This was our first car ride. Coming home from the hospital. He was a bobble head baby in the back seat of our old clunker. We made it home safely and ever since have been getting to know each other and loving almost every minute of it. Thanks to my mom and Juan's mom we have been able to adjust well. They are both gone now so we are gonna have to figure things out on our own. It is going to be hard to mimic grandma's special touch. We are still very immature, impatient young guns- we have a lot to learn.
This is right before they hooked up the oxytocin- calm before the storm. I was a little scared to be induced but everything went just fine until my contractions were 1 minute apart and very painful. I started to get very tingly in my feet and hands and very light headed. That's when they checked me and I was at a 7 so I had to decide between an epidural or IV. Luckily I chose the epidural otherwise I don't think I would have been able to push my sweet little 10 pounder out.
Cone-head baby Marcus. Poor thing was stuck in the birth canal for 2 1/2 hours. We did it Baby! Everyone gasped when the nurse announced "10 pounds and 1 ounce". I couldn't believe it! I started to believe it when the doctor who was stitching me up kept asking the nurse for more and more thread. He wouldn't tell me how many stitches I had. He also wouldn't tell me that they were considering a C-section...he just kept whispering to the nurse the whole time I was pushing. Interesting- I've heard that a lot of women yell at their husbands when they are in labor- well, I yelled at my doctor. No joke. Oh- and Juan kicked the nurse out of the room when she came in to try to move me to another room right after I had fainted. I have a little theory that A LOT of night nurses either hate their shift and take it out on the patients or they aren't good nurses so they have to take the crap shift. I say a lot because my aunty is a night nurse and I am sure she makes the exception.
This was our first car ride. Coming home from the hospital. He was a bobble head baby in the back seat of our old clunker. We made it home safely and ever since have been getting to know each other and loving almost every minute of it. Thanks to my mom and Juan's mom we have been able to adjust well. They are both gone now so we are gonna have to figure things out on our own. It is going to be hard to mimic grandma's special touch. We are still very immature, impatient young guns- we have a lot to learn. 
