Thursday, Janurary 31st. Just an ordinary day full of anticipation waiting for my little guy to arrive. I had a dr. appointment scheduled for my 39 week. As I sat in the dr, I couldn't wait to hear what she would tell me and if I had progressed during the week or not. I was SO beyond ready to have my baby. I couldn't wait to ask her if I could be induced the following day, or might I say beg her to induce me. I walk in, check my weight, pee, blood pressure, the normals. I had her check and see if I was dialated. Sure enough, I had definately progressed. The previous week I had been dilated to a 2.5, I was already at a 4? What??? Seriously, when I was at a 4 with Daisha I was in the hospital ready and waiting for my epidural. So, I asked my lovely nurse to strip my membranes. It's a bit uncomfortable if not painful, but at this point in my pregnancy, everything was a bit uncomfortable if not painful. :) I asked her to be induced, the dr. couldn't do it friday but scheduled me to be induced Monday morning. As I was talking to her about being induced, she just looked at me with that "smile" and said she didn't think that I would have to wait until Monday, and that I was very "favorable"? Favorable? Nice wording. Anyway, so I walked out of the dr. office Thursday at 12:30. I got home and spent the rest of the afternoon with my beautiful daughter. Eating lunch, trying to walk around as much as possible, up and down my stairs. I was realy crampy, but nothing too crazy. About 3:00 p.m. I could feel the crampiness a little more. 3:30, I started to realize that the cramps were turning into real contractions. I called Tate at the Taxidermy to come home. I called him about 2 minutes later asking him why he wasnt' home yet. My contractions turned into intense 2-3 minute apart contractions REAL fast. I was also super sick, going to the bathroom like every 2 minutes. TMI:) Tate walks in the door and I am in major pain. I am telling him that we really need to go to the hospital. WE start wondering what we are going to do with Daisha, Kasen was at a friends house playing. WE try to get a few things in order. I am just trying to manage each contraction, but not doing a very good job at it. WE get a hold of a good friend who takes Daisha. We are finally on our way to the hospital to have our baby:) I am a nervous wreck, in pain and wondering once again if I can really do this? Tate drove way too slow to the hospital and hit EVERY bump in the road. I am glad he still loves me after all the crap I gave him about his driving on the way. I called my sister to ask her for some coaching help to manage my contractions without being a freak out, she starts screaming from excitement and makes me cry. After a few minutes of her trying to tell me to "be one with the pain" I hang up on her. As we are driving my contractions were realy intense and I kept thinking in my mind that I am living my worst nightmare right now, getting to the hospital without getting the epidural. (Yes I am a baby, and NOT prepared in any way to have that baby without pain management:) WE get to the hospital around 4:30 I walk in and immediately ask for the epidural. He gets there quickly, they have to get my my IV, They check me, I am at a 6.5. IV starts to get in me, epidural guy works his magic. I have a few more contrations and the pain starts to subside. About 30 minutes later, I have TONS of pressure. I am mortified telling the nurses that I really have to go to the bathroom, #2. They are so nice and patient with me telling me that wasn't the bathroom but the baby. I am so ready to push, I could feel all the pressure. A few minutes later the sweet dr comes in and suits up. I am ready to deliver my baby. In no time at all, and without even pushing, I let my body do the work and he is born. at 6:18 p.m. we had our 3rd baby! It was incredible.
There's the birthing story.
