Just before leaving for the hospital 39 weeks 3 days


Shadow puppets with Coop 

Around 1 pm on Thursday October 22, 2009, I received a phone call from the OB office. They had a few deliveries throughout the week that opened up the birth center a bit for Thursday night. We were told to be at the hospital by 8pm to start the induction process. I had been told that they would call if there was room, and since I hadn’t received a call by Thursday, I was sure we’d be going in Friday morning. I had the whole evening planned out… and then the phone call threw everything out of order. Don’t get me wrong, it was a welcome phone call because I didn’t want to get Pitocin at 9pm on friday. That was the plan of action I had expected. This meant that the real part of induction would begin on Friday morning. (A much better time to start the work that needed to be done!) So after the phone call I had to call Jay, Sandy, and Marissa so the kids were covered and my support peeps were ready.
Then I had to run to school to pick up Ava and drop off her sleeping bag, pick up the dirty one, go to the credit union to get cash, and then the insurance agency to pay our homeowners and auto insurance. Talked to the teacher and let them know Ava wouldn’t be in school on Friday… and then we hustled home so I could get supper started, van packed, double check on the batteries in the cameras and video camera, and get the house cleaned up. Jay got home about 30 minutes before we had to leave. He got showered and ready to go while I putzed around the house getting stuff finished up and spending a bit of time with the other munchkins. Around 6 we headed out for the hospital, with a whole lot of butterflies and excitement!

We were admitted to the hospital for induction at 3pm. The cervadil was placed around 10pm and it had to stay in place until 10 am Friday. Around 8 or 9 Dr. Mascola came in to discuss what steps we would take throughout the day.

At 10am a different doctor, Dr. Percell, came in and removed the Cervadil and did a “check”. I was only about 2-3cm and the baby was still sitting really high. He wasn’t comfortable breaking my water at that point and suggested Pitocin. I was hesitant, and asked if we could walk the halls for a bit first to see if I could get Baby to drop down a bit first. They gave me an hour and he’d come back and check…

But one hour turned into a few… So we walked and I used the birthing ball. The whole time I wasn’t really having much for contractions. There were a few here and there, they started to get regular for a while, but then spaced out… like they had done time and time again throughout the last month.

At a little after 1:00pm Dr. Welter came in. We talked a bit and he said, “What are we going to do if we can’t break the water quite yet?” Jay, Marissa, and I told him… Well, that’s not going to be a problem. You WILL be able to break it and get things moving. Sure enough, he did an exam and I was at 4cm and Baby had dropped a bit. So at 1:08pm, he broke my water. Things started to pick up quite a bit after that. The contractions started getting closer and stronger, and by 1:30 I had put on my headphones and was gone in HypnoLand!
At 1:50 I was still feeling and looking pretty calm…
Around 2pm the nurse checked and I had progressed to 6 or 7 cm. This was a bit disappointing to me because Cooper was born just 25 minutes after they broke my water. (Although with him I was already at 6 and more thinned out at that point.) I felt like I had a good amount of work left… and even though I was still fairly comfortable, I just didn’t want to have to continue on for a long while. The amazing thing about HypnoBirth is that it’s really not an incredibly painful experience like most people describe labor to be. However, it’s still a tiring experience because you have to concentrate so hard on keeping yourself relaxed and keeping your muscles from tensing up and fighting eachother.

This picture was taken just seconds before Baby arrived… with no drugs at all!
Marissa went to get the nurse around 2:07 or so… just minutes after the last nurse had left. Of course, they never believe that progression could happen that quickly. Sure enough, she tried to do an exam and baby was right there and ready for the doctor. They called the doctor in and just 2.5 minutes after the nurse walked in, at 2:10pm, Baby No Name was here. No pushing, no episiotomy, no tears, and just a couple of minutes later, the doc was able to leave already. They said that it was one of the fastest deliveries with placenta and clean up and everything done so quickly.


When Baby arrived, he was SO incredibly calm. I cannot believe what a calm baby he was. He just quieted right down and looked around like he was taking it all in. The one thing he didn’t appreciate was the scale. He started crying again when they put him on there. The nurses had all guessed close to 9lbs or just over 9lbs.

8 lbs 11.2 ounces and 19.5 inches… my chubby boy. *Or chunky monkey as the one nurse took to calling him*
After just a short bit, the nurses were all done cleaning up and they left us to be with our newest little one. Right from the start this time, he felt like he was ours. We were able to just be left on our own to enjoy the little guy and bond. It’s never been quite like that before. Amazing!



It wasn’t long, maybe an hour to an hour and a half and I was able to nurse, and Daddy got back to work, digging in the name book.

We had decided that Fletcher just wasn’t going to work. He didn’t look like a Fletcher. Griffin was the other top name… and he just didn’t look like a Griffin. I didn’t feel like Nash was it. We kind of went down our list of names that we liked and none of them really hit us as “the” name. I told Jay to go to the letter “P” since it seemed like we tended to like the “P” names. He suggested Paxton… and we both really liked it. Then he continued on to “Q” and suggested Quinton. We both really like that too. So, somehow, we ended up with Quinton and Paxton as our two names. Shortly after we were moved to the recovery room. While I was standing in the bathroom I just kept thinking, Paxton? Hmmm… yeah that’s cute. When I came out, Jay said I really like Quinton, but “you get to decide.” To be completely honest, I was mentally exhausted and a bit woozy, and didn’t want to have to make that kind of a decision right then. Since Jay preferred Quinton, and I really like both… I was leaning toward Quinton. Then I looked at the little man, and it was like he had the name written on his forehead. It just seemed like that name fit him so much better. And just like that, he was our Quinton. Then came the huge decision.. how do we spell it, and what is the middle name?
Jay’s suggestions for middle names were: Gerald, Clarence, Darryl, Wayne, and Michael… all name sake type names. My additions were John and Drew. Since Quinton is a two syllable name, I wanted a one syllable name to break it up a bit. Drew just seemed like the perfect fit. Then came the spelling part! Who knew this would have so many decisions! Quinton, Quentin, Quinten, Quintin, Quenton… But after writing it, and rewriting it, printing it, and looking in the books to see what the main spelling was in those books, I decided on Quinton Drew. It fits him perfectly, and we couldn’t be happier!
