Thursday, March 29, 2012

Long time no see!

So it's been awhile, eh? Having a child does take up all your time and energy doesn't it? Whew! Cru is now 7 1/2 months old now and growing fast. He's the cutest boy, I just love him so much. So I never really posted about the birth story and I know I like to read those stories so I guess I'll indulge you all. It might be a little TMI for some people and kind of long, just to warn you.

It was a dark and stormy night.....well not really but it was in the middle of the night. It was about 3am on Sunday morning on August 7th, I got up to go to the bathroom when I sat down on the toilet I felt him kick me but it felt weird like he kicked my bladder because I felt more pee come out (tmi?). I didn't think anything of it and went back into bed, but when I laid down I noticed I was all wet. I thought that was strange, I thought I had accidentally peed all over myself with out me noticing. So I went back in to the bathroom and noticed water dripping from me and that's when I finally realized that maybe my water broke. Right then I got excited but nervous! OUR BABY WAS COMING!! So I grabbed a hand towel and stuck it in between my legs and went and sat on our bed. I was thinking should I wake up Sean? I don't know what I was thinking, of course wake up my husband, I would like him to be at his baby's birth. So I nudged him awake and this is how our conversation went....
Sean: "What?"
Me: "I think my water broke!"
Sean: "You think? or You know?"
Me: "I'm pretty sure! Okay, yeah I know!"
Sean: "Do I have time to shower?"
Me: "Haha...yeah!"

Apparently he cared more about the shower then to ask how I was feeling. At that point I wasn't having any contractions so I was feeling fine. I just sat on the bed for awhile and thought about what was about to happen that day. Sean got out of the shower and made breakfast for the both of us. I couldn't really eat because, like I said I was so nervous but excited. I kind of wanted to wait because I didn't want to go if I wasn't having strong contractions. Then have the hospital start me on pitocin and have everything snowball effect from there into an emergency c-section. (You have to watch "The Business of Being Born", awesome!) So I called my doula, at 3am mind you, and she said that I should go to the hospital because it's my first and we don't know how long my labor might be. So we took a few last pictures just the two of us before we would have a little one and then headed off to the hospital. On our way we called the family to let them know we were headed to the hospital.

I got admitted and hooked up to the machines. They then told me if I wanted labor to start it might be a good idea to walk the halls. So walk the halls I did. By the way, they totally need to get better things to look at in those halls, boring. Around and around I went. I kept seeing the same nurses at the nurses station and they would just look up and smile at first then after about my 50th time passing they didn't look up at all. When I walked my contractions would start going and progress and would be about every two minutes or so. But once I got back to the room to sit and relax they would stop almost completely. Bummer! More walking I guess. I did that pretty much all day until about 5:30pm. I was exhausted and feeling pressure from the doctor to start pitocin. (Side note: I didn't have my regular OB doctor because it was the weekend and she wasn't the one on call. She said she would have come in anyway but it was her son's birthday. NBD) At that point I broke out in tears for many different reasons 1.) I felt like the baby was never going to come out unless I walked it out in those boring halls 2.) It was actually pretty painful 3.) I was so tired from being up since 3am 4.) I didn't want to give in and get pitocin and an epidural. My doula and my friend got in my face and told me some harsh realities about what was still ahead. So I caved and got the epidural and they put me on pitocin. I was finally able to rest a little, YAY! At 11:15pm the nurse came in to check and and she said I was about ready to push. She was going to go call the doctor. At 11:30pm I started pushing and he was out at 12:05pm. When he was finally out and crying all I could say was "Oh, my baby!". They placed him on my chest and he stopped crying like he already knew who I was and was fine. The nurses wanted him to cry to get all the gunk out of his lungs so we rubbed his back. He was perfect! He was 8lbs 7oz and I think 21inches long. Whew, it was finally over and we had a beautiful baby boy!

I enjoyed the hospital stay because there were people all around at my beckoning call to help me with anything. Plus I got to call and order food for breakfast, lunch and dinner....who wouldn't like that!

These past 7 1/2 months have been fun having him around. I have lost a lot of sleep but it's well worth the smiles and giggles I get everyday. He's learning to army crawl around and I'm getting a taste of what's it's going to be like when he's full on crawling. He gets into everything!! And he doesn't understand the word NO! Oh the fun!


Brant and Amanda said...

So exciting. It's also great to hear from you again on your blog. HA HA!

DaNelle said...

I'm glad you wrote it down, it's fun to read! I laughed out loud at the "dark and stormy night" part!