Happy '1 Month' Boston!

It's been a month since I had the baby, so I guess it's about time I do a little blogging. I hope I haven't forgotten some of the details of Boston's "story" since this post is mostly for my journaling benefit anyway. So here goes. . .
On Monday afternoon, I took the kids and my ginorm self over to my Mom's house. She had just gotten "Just Dance II" on the wii, so the plan was to do some movin and shakin and dance myself right into labor. (In retrospect, I should have just enjoyed the afternoon and TAKEN A NAP! I suppose that is just the sleep deprivation talking, though.) My sister was over at my Mom's as well, working on some curtains for her kitchen. (2 weeks, 3 different fabrics , and LOTS of un-picking later, she was finally finishing them! That is a post in and of itself.) She and I started talking about our labors, epidurals, membrane striping and the ever famous pitocin contractions. My doctor had offered to strip my membranes the next day, but I was really torn because I wanted to "go on my own" and I felt like that was cheating. I decided to wait it out and just, as my Grandma would say, "let the apple drop when it was ripe."
Fast forward to early the next morning at about 2:30am. I woke up and used the bathroom, and, to spare you the details, I thought my water had broken. I woke Landon up and told him what was going on. He said to me "don't you think you'd know if your water had broken." He must have been delirious from being woken up so early because no man in their right mind would ever say such a thing to a 9 month pregnant woman. He will probably never live it down! I tried to call labor and delivery to ask them what to do, but of course, couldn't get through to anyone. So, I did what any smart, independent woman expecting her 3rd child would do in that situation. . . I called my Mom. She told me it sounded like my water had indeed broken and I should probably go to the hospital and at least get checked out. We texted Landon's sister to come over and stay with the kids and thankfully she made it from PG to Lehi in record time. While we were waiting to leave, I started to have some pretty good contractions, so I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get sent home. Off we sped to the hospital. Actually, Landon didn't speed at all and I told him that of any time to speed, it would be then and I'm pretty sure we'd get a pass if we got pulled over. (Call me crazy, but I thought a little police interaction would be a fun addition to the story!)
We got to the hospital and they hooked me up and checked me and said that I was at a 4, but my water had not broken. They said they wanted me to stay because the baby's heart rate was not going in peaks and valleys and so they wanted to monitor him to make sure that it normalized.
They came back a little while later and checked me again and said that I was at a five. The nurse asked me, if it looked like the doctor wanted me to stay, whether or not I would want my epidural now or later. I told her that I would prefer to wait to get it so I could walk around a bit and get things moving a little faster. She told me that with how the baby's heart rate was, they wouldn't let me walk around anyway. So, if that was the case, I was all about getting the epidural ASAP. (I found out later that the doctor basically ordered my epidural before I even said I was ready for one because he wanted to slow the labor down so I could get my strep B antibiotics in before the baby came.)
I got into the delivery room and got my epidural (thank heavens for modern medicine!) and was ready to hurry up and wait. I got into the labor and delivery room at around 3:30 and the nurses REALLY wanted me to get my antibiotics in before I delivered so they were doing everything they could to keep things going slow. My water hadn't even broken at this point. Fast forward to around 8:30 when my doctor got there and said he was going to break my water and then see what happened. After he broke my water, I wasn't really contracting, so I got some pitocin, so my contractions would start being closer together and I could start pushing. The doctor checked me again and all of a sudden was like, "okay, we're going to start pushing." I remember thinking, "what?" we're doing this already. It was totally surreal because 2 pushes later, my sweet baby Boston was here. I told everyone that it wasn't supposed to be that easy. I couldn't believe he was actually here because it was literally, SO easy. (Sorry for the ladies that are reading this and wanting to stab me with hot pokers because you had to push for an insane amount of time. I guess the apple was REALLY ready to drop!) This was, by far, the easiest labor and delivery I’ve had.
I can't believe that it's already been a month since Boston was born. It has gone by SO fast. He really is a good little baby and his brother and sister just adore him. It’s kind of crazy having three, but mostly because it’s so different having a baby again. My life revolves around a 3 hour time frame and I’m always wondering when I might get a little nap in. We have had so much help from family, friends and ward members. It’s been so awesome and we have been so grateful. It’s amazing to look at my baby and realize that just a short time ago, he was with our Heavenly Father. I like to think of the people who are on the other side who got to give him hugs and kisses before he came to get hugs and kisses from all of us. We’re so thankful to have his sweet spirit in our home!