When Superman was 5, Hulk was 3, and Flash was 2, we found out we were having another little boy! It was starting to get to be a joke with us. I really was laughing at the ultrasound.
I know this isn't part of the birthstory, but with 3 boys to rangle in to white shirts and ties on Sundays, and 3 boys to keep this Stay-at-home mom from showering on a regular basis, and 3 boys to chase down the street every time I hear the door open or shut, and 3 boys to keep away from the meat cleaver, I just knew I would be in over my head and drowning with four!
So, let it begin.
Ironman decided to join our family one cold winter night. I had been having contractions through the day, and about 10 pm, I decided that they were strong enough, that we could go to the hospital. When I checked in, they checked me, and I was at about a 4. They started me on an antibiotic, as I had group B strep. Then, they let me walk.
This time around, I had decided to go with a midwife-delivery at the hospital. My midwife was amazing! She was patient, and she listened. She stayed by my side and walked me through this new scary way of delivering a baby, where I was actually in charge. Captain America and I walked for about 30 minutes. At this point, I literally couldn't walk any more and I felt strongly like it was time to push. With all of the other boys, everyone else told me when to push or when not to.
This was a first for me, so when Iron man didn't come right away, I wasn't really sure what I had done wrong. But after about 30 minutes of pushing, we found out. Ironman was posterior. The little stinker! When he came out, he was beautiful, and I was alert and attentive. This was by far my favorite delivery, and I felt that instant rush of emotions that comes from a drug free delivery. After going the gammet of birth experiences, minus a c-section, I would definitly recommend this way! The midwife was with me for the 2 hours I was in delivery. She coached and calmed and laughed. Because I hadn't recieved the 4 hours of antibiotics required, Ironman and I stayed in the hospital for 2 days.
This is just between you and me, but after that 48 hours, Captain America looked like he might need a couple days to recouperate in the hospital. Those marvelous superheros of ours had warn him out!