Fashionably Late

We are proud to introduce to you our daughter Sophia Wyona Schultz, born September 15th at 7:26pm. She was 9lbs 7oz and 22 inches long.

Here's our story: She graced us unexpectedly with her presence after we went into the hospital Sunday night so I (Laura, obviously) could receive cervadil and then pitocin in the morning. When I was strapped with monitors we found out that I was already contracting though I couldn't feel it. Then as the night wore on and the cervadil was inserted the contractions became so close together and progressed from uncomfortable to painful that the nurses had to remove the cervadil after a couple hours to try to slow down the contractions (it is supposed to be left for 12 hours). After accepting some pain medication via a needle in the bum (those of you who know me must know that I was really in pain to voluntarily accept a shot), I was just able to sleep through a few contractions. But then a powerful contraction woke me up; I woke up Matt for support through it, and low and behold my water broke and the gushing sensation just wouldn't stop. I started progressing quickly so things were looking good for the woman sans epidural, but then after several hours of labor I had stalled at 6cm. I held out several more hours after receiving some pitocin to help things along, falling completely asleep, sitting up, between contractions that were about 1 1/2 minutes apart. Finally I asked my midwife to check and see how I had progressed -- just 1 cm more. I broke down, and my midwife offered the epidural. I told her I needed to think about it and to come back in 5-10 minutes. There was no need. After the very next contraction I felt I couldn't handle anymore and accepted the needle in the back after about 20 hours of labor. The second contraction after the epidural was simply uncomfortable, and after that I felt nothing and took a nap. I relieved not only myself, but my poor husband and mother who were so faithful helping me through every contraction and suffering themselves since they had to watch me in anguish. How thankful I am for them! And for epidurals! But I truly would not have consented without having felt the pain of labor. The midwife was then able to give me more pitocin and a couple hours later I had pushed out a 9+ lb baby girl. She is awesome. Praise the Lord!