After a night of about 5 hours of sleep, the day that we would meet Caleb arrived. I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. Yeah, going without waking up David probably wasn't the smartest idea I had. Little did I know but that stadol and phenergan had made me quite woozy. I didn't fall or hurt myself but I did stumble quite a bit. That was fun. I seriously had to concentrate on that trip to the bathroom. A little bit later the nurse coming in to take out the balloon. Goal with the balloon is to dilate to between 4-6 cm. She felt like I was about 6cm. And of the whole procedure, taking the balloon out was the worst part. I'd probably do it again if my doctor recommended it. They said that frequently after the balloon comes out, the contractions get less intense. I'm not really sure if I experienced this lessening of contractions or not because soon after, the doctor came in to break my water and start pitocin. At that point, I was about 8 cm dilated.
Then they left and we got to feed. He did a great job. Then he had to go to the nursery for bath, shots, exam, etc. I got all situated and once the epidural wore off, we moved over to the suites. I got to eat, we saw Kate and then waited on Caleb to be brought back. Such a sweet day. At the time, I didn't think I could be more in love...but I think I love him more each day.