WELCOME LITTLE F- Your Birth Story

We did it! You are here. Truth be told, I did not not think I would make it. I won't get into all of the gory mundane details now, but let's just recap: I woke up at 5:30am with my water broken (weird). I proceeded to alternate between gushing and dripping (why didn't I buy diapers?) all day, speckled with some painful manual interventions from our favorite OB. Whoa, that was painful and still no contractions. Mid-afternoon we headed to Mt Sinai, which seemed more like a third world clinic than a NYC hospital. They had no pads (when I asked), or room, or information until the last waterfall of fluid came out of me and they thought it more quaint to set me up in triage. I had a minimal dose of pitocin only to have it be halted because "all of the ORs were in use." Who cares? Well apparently this happens never, but when it does, they do not want to encourage anyone else to go into labor so all pitocin stops. Suffice it to say, that 2 hours later I was really in labor and trying to breathe and think about how I had done this, how each contraction was one down, visualizing the baby coming down.. I was not yet out of my mind. But in this third location where they had me birth, I had another 40 minutes or pitocin and I am not sure but I suspect that this what was brought on the most violent and painful rash of contractions of my life maybe. Think oscillating between sweating, wanting to vomit, not feeling my hands (which were purple at one point?!), feeling an elephant smashing my cervix while another one was trying to come out of me from the back. Not pretty. I was thinking "this is a 20" (earlier I had rated my pain at 6 like an asshole from 1-10). Thank goodness this excruciating pain I described was under an hour. I started to push soon after and in 2 (or 3?) pushed you were out. I screamed so loud while I pushed that I surprised myself. I have never made such a primordial and loud sound. I always thought women yelling in labor was TV stuff, unrealistic and for dramatic flair. I may have woken up the whole hospital. Bu there you were. Little boy. 8lbs 3oz- not the 12 lber I thought you were. Perfect and quiet (probably scared). I began to shake like never before. I was freezing and my teeth were clanging and it went on and on despite the blankets. I was shaking so violently, that they said I could not hold you. Now all is calm. We are in a beautiful room overlooking Central Park. Your father slept with us last night. Thank you tía A for keeping the monkeys. All you have to do today is meet 4 crazy siblings and anyone else who ventures here to see to our latest and last love bug. We love you little F!