You were due on November 7, 2007. I started having regular contractions just before 34 weeks. I know that because I had to start going in for regular non-stress tests on week 34 and apparently I was having contractions all the time but not realizing it. Imagine my surprise when they get me all hooked up to the fabulous heart rate and contraction monitors and for them to tell me that I was already getting really ready to have you out. I was actually kind of excited. I mean I didn't want to have you that early but I thought anytime around 38 weeks would be great. So we started betting that you would actually be an October baby... but there I was at November 8th. I had to go in for another one of those lovely non-stress tests and I walked into the room with the beds and I looked at my friend Kathy the non-stress nurse with my swollen feet and my huge belly and I said to her, "I am done." So she called the doctor and asked her to see me that day, to work me in, and we would discuss the option of induction.
That was not my first choice. Anyone who heard me talk from day one that I found out I was pregnant with you would say that it was actually very unlike me. I was the au nautral, no epidural, no induction, just short of a home birth person. But here I was, knowing that most of the time Pitocin comes with Epidural and I was OKAY with that for the most part. I seriously wanted you out. I did my part you were fully cooked. It was time for you to come out. But now that I know you, this makes perfect sense. You do things on your own schedule at your own time and at your own pace. You make you own rules kid!
So here we were looking at Dr. French and she called Labor and Delivery and they said that they didn't have a bed, and my heart sank. I was so dissapointed. I so badly wanted to see you that day. I so wanted to hold you. But we had to go home and wait. So we waited and rested and we had a small power outtage on Friday night when we dropped your brothers off at Carol and Tom's house for the weekend. We tried to go to bed early but I had a hard time sleeping. We called at 5:30am. We must have looked a little eager because we thought that we were calling at 6 when the told us to call but some how we called a half an hour early. We got to the hospital at 7am and got hooked up to the medicine at 9am (after I had one last diabetic meal because I was starving!).
I labored drug free for 8 hours. They were pretty easy hours. Your G-ma Wilma and G-Pa Bob were there. Auntie Niecey was there (we watched the food network). Daddy was there of course. And one point Steven came by and much later Amanda and Jane came by. Seriously the first time that I met Jane was in the hospital and she almost watched you be born, weird!
So at about 4pm the contractions got worse than all the ones that I had been having at home. I was dilated to about 5cm and I was getting a little tired but I kept going drug free. All of the sudden it got so horrible I had to stand and hug your daddy and rock through each one. They were like a minute apart and they lasted 2 minutes long. Crazy. It hurt so bad. And at about 5pm I decided that if it kept up like that I wouldn't be able to push you out. So I gave in and had the epidural. I don't regret having it at all. I only regret telling everyone that I didn't want one before because, seriously, that thing was amazing.
So at about 6 the drugs were in and I was so happy. But I was at 7cm just before they put it in and at 9-10cm right afterwards. At about 8 I was pretty much ready to go but I had this little lip keeping them from letting me push plus you were really high and were not coming down.
So we waited and waited and waited. And finally at 12am they let me start pushing. And I pushed and pushed. We were all so exhausted. Daddy and auntie, g-ma and Amanda would all jump up each time I had to push to hold my legs and then just crash all around the bed whenever I was done. It was so funny.
So at about 2:30am they came in and told me that they would only let me push for about a half an hour more. Then we had to head into the c-section room. I wasn't scared like the time they scared me at about 9pm when your heart rate was going down and this crazy dr. came in and told me that the had to take you RIGHT THEN. Luckily your heart rate fixed itself. But by 3am I was okay. I did my best to get you out the right way but it was not going to happen.
So we rolled into the surgery room. There were drs. and nurses everywhere and then the cut me open. I was so cold. It was crazy I was shaking and shaking. They put like 5 warm blankets on me and I was fine then. Then at 3:21 I heard the best thing ever. You cried. And your daddy said, its a boy. And I was kinda shocked because I was certain that you were a girl (we didn't know, you were a surprise). But you were great. And they wrapped you up and brought you over to me and I touched you and cried and kissed you. It was amazing.
They rolled me into recovery (I puked). They brought you to me and told me to feed you. And I did and it worked. And you were starting to get food and adjust to life outside of mommy. I couldn't get enough of you. You slept on my chest for the first few weeks. We never left each others sight. You are the best thing I have ever done. I think you are amazing and I love you with my whole heart.
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