The birth of James Cameron Thomas

Little Cameron is 1 week old today! And what a busy week we've had! It's been so much fun having this little guy in our lives! I realize I have fallen behind on my blogging. It's hard to get much done with a newborn around! I'm learning that very quickly. My pediatrician has me breast feeding this little guy AROUND THE CLOCK (every two hours) until he gains back the weight he lost after birth (13 oz) It's been EXHAUSTING but so much fun to have our little baby finally here!

Anyways, on to the story of his birth...

Cameron was born last Friday, July 3 at 9:26 p.m. John and I arrived at the hospital at 7:30 a.m. that morning to be induced. My doctor recommended that we get induced since the little guy hadn't budged in 4 weeks. He was totally ready to be born, he just needed a little push! So they started me on the patocin drip at 8 a.m. and steady contractions soon followed. The contractions really didn't seem that bad and I remember thinking to myself, this isn't as bad as everyone says! Then my doctor came in around 2:30 p.m. to break my water and turn up my patocin drip a little. That's when the real fun began! My contractions got so much more intense then! Each one was spiking out at 100% and I only had about 30 seconds in between each contraction to recover which quickly made them UNBEARABLE. It's not that bad when you have a little break in between but they were so close together! I told the nurse to call the anaesthesiologist! I've never been more happy to see anyone than I was when that anaesthesiologist came in! I got my epidural at about 4:30 p.m. and it made the experience SO MUCH BETTER from then on. It's amazing how it totally takes the edge off the pain almost instantly! I was a happy camper!
Things progressed pretty quickly after that and Cameron was born at 9:26 p.m. after approx. 12 minutes of pushing! I was so grateful that process didn't take hours like so many of my friends have had to endure. Again, I remember thinking, that wasn't so bad! The next morning though I was singing a different tune when the soreness and pain started when my epidural wore off. Apparently delivering an 8 lb baby can do a number on you! The recovery process has been a little rough but it seems to be getting a little better each day. Anyway, here are some pictures we took at the hospital and a few we have taken since we've been home.

Patiently waiting


and worrying


Getting my epidural


He's here! What a little chub!


First family picture


The birthing team- my mom and John


My favorite nurse Kristen. She was SO GREAT and practically delivered the baby! The doctor doesn't come in until like the last minute.


Visitors Visitors Visitors!

Aunt Sandra


Proud Papa


Uncle Robert


Auntie Daisy and Auntie Amyee


Romy


Proud grandma (Mimi as she prefers to be called) She bought him this little outfit and shoes


Cute pj's Uncle Robert bought him


Cam's first nap in his own bed


Swaddled up with daddy. This is one of the blankets my grandmother bought for him before she passed away in May. So special!


Grandma Thomas rocking him to sleep