On June 3rd (a week past my due date) I checked into the hospital to be induced. I was given Cytotec and told that it would take 24-36 hours, and that in the mean time I should get lots of sleep. However, my restless legs had other plans. After it became apparent that my legs would rather be running a marathon, I was given Ambien, which, in case you don't know, is some pretty powerful stuff... it didn't work. I was wide awake and hallucinating. And to make matters worse, only 12 hours after taking Cytotec, I went into labor. During labor, I was still on Ambien and apparently asked the nurse several times if we were on a boat. When she finally said "no" I told her she was "a good captain anyway." (At least that's what Mark says.) Eventually the Ambien wore off and I pushed for 3 LONG HOURS before the Dr. finally said "screw it," grabbed some forceps and pulled out Hank: our 8 lb 21.5 in baby boy.
He's beautiful, and HUGE. He's was in the 91st percentile for head size (hence the forceps) and the 99th for length! He's definitely earned his nickname: Hank the tank.
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