On August 16th I was having contractions off and on thru out the day and as day turned to night and I tried to get some sleep they got closer together and more noticeable. They weren't necessarily painful but uncomfortable enough to keep me up pretty much all night. Some people might ask why I didn't call my doctor...couple of reasons...they weren't getting any closer or more painful...plus I had an appointment then next morning and figured I'd tell her what was going on and we could go from there. I was definitely hoping that I had dilated much more and that maybe she'd tell me to head to the hospital right then.
Monday, August 17th - The good news was that I had dilated more...from a 1 to a 3 and that I was thinning out as well. The down side was that Sean was still up a little too high. She suggested that I keep walking like I had been (almost a mile a day) and told me to come back in that Thursday to be checked and if all was good she would induce me Friday. She also told me that she was on call the next day so if I went into labor she'd be there to deliver him. I was happy to hear that because she is the doctor I had been praying I'd get!
Tuesday, August 19 - I continued to have contractions all day Monday and when the night came they became more intense and again would not allow me to sleep once again. This time tho they were getting more painful...I was actually having to do my breathing thru some of them. I was trying to just labor at home as long as could because I knew that Dr. Brown (the one I wanted) would not be at the hospital until 8:30 am and I also didn't want to wake Pat (my mother in law) up to come be with the boys. Around 5 am I went to the bathroom and noticed that I had started to bleed...gross I know but it was a good sign and it told me that it was time to call the doctor. The doctor currently on call got all my information and told me to go ahead and come in. So I woke up Ed who proceeded to ask if I had made any coffee yet...hey, at least he didn't ask me if I was sure I needed to go to the hospital...and by 6 ish we were on our way. At this point the contractions were definitely painful...I had to focus on my breathing and try to relax thru them. By the time we got to the hospital they were about 5 min apart. I got up to the birth center and thankfully they put me right into a room and started to hook me up to monitors. After we were settled the nurse checked me and said that I was at 6 cm! Yay! I was happy to hear that! The down side was that I had to wait to get my epidural because they had two c-sections planned that morning. Unfortunately it was another almost 2 hrs before I got my epi. I admire women who are able to labor and deliver their babies with out the assistance of drugs....I just don't know how they do it or why some one would choose to go thru that pain...it is NOT fun. By 9:40 I was comfortable and happy...maybe a little too happy...I was a little giddy, from the drugs or just cause I was finally out of pain I'm not sure but I think Ed found it amusing. Now we were just waiting for the doctor to come in and break my water. When she did that I was about 8 cm and they told me to rest and let them know when I started feeling pressure. I took the opportunity to try to catch a little sleep while we watched Seinfield episodes.
A little before 1 I told the nurse I was definitely feeling pressure so she checked me and said "Oh, yes, you're 10 and there's the head right there!" Next thing I know Dr. Brown comes in and every one is getting everything ready. I remember saying "I'm going to take a mental note of the time I start pushing...I have a reputation to uphold of getting babies out in 15 min!" Dr. Brown made a comment that she was sure I could better my time and at 1:05 I gave my first push. Dr. Brown said that I obviously didn't forget how to push because I was doing great and after two counts of 10 she told me to relax. They were all talking about how much hair Sean had...Ed said "Man, with that much hair he might come out with a mustache!" I was laughing and Dr Brown said "Oh my goodness girl, your laughing him out!" Yup, that's right, my laughing was pushing him out! Ha! She told me to give one more good push and at 1:08 there he was...my big, beautiful baby boy...weighing in at 8 lbs 13 oz and 20 in long! That's right, not only did I uphold my under 15 min push record but I crushed it! That boy was out in 3 minutes! I was shocked!
After that everything is just a happy blur. Giving birth is such an amazing and wonderful experience...yes, even with the pain and yuck of it all...to know that in a matter of a few moments your whole life has changed as you look into the loving eyes of your baby. There is nothing like those first moments....you're so proud as you look on and watch the nurse as she cleans your baby up and gets him all snug and warm in a blanket for you to cuddle him....so in love as you see your husband holding him for the first time...so thankful that God chose you to carry this little life and at the same time a little scared because you want to be a good parent and do everything you can to protect this little guy and raise him up to be everything that God made him to be. As much as I try, words can really never describe the pure love and joy I experienced that day.
Welcome to the world little man....you are so loved! You're in for a crazy life ahead with three older brothers and a Daddy who's just as crazy but you will never question whether you are wanted, protected or loved. I'm so glad that you are finally here and I can't wait to get to know you more each day.
Beautiful brand new baby boy!
Given me the 'look' at 2 wks.
My baby burrito only 4 wks old.