Friday, June 24th I went to my 39 week prenatal visit. Normal routine visit..but the most exciting part was that they were going to check me to see how much I had progressed. I looked forward to this ever week..because everyone who has ever been pregnant can relate that those last few weeks...you are READY. I was 2.5 cm and 70% effaced. We went ahead and scheduled my next appt. on my due date, which made me sad because I thought..surely the baby will be here before then!
I went home to meet my Dad and grandparents because we were going to head out to get a bite to eat. When I went to the bathroom my mucus plug had come out. I was nervous and didn't know what I needed to do..so I called my mom and she said to call the Dr. office. When I called they of course made it sound like it was no big deal but I just had a feeling that something was going to happen soon. We were supposed to go up to my parents house for dinner that evening..but I asked everyone if we could stay at our house..since we live less than 5 minutes from the hospital.
So we ordered pizza for dinner..and while everyone was sitting in the living room I had my first contraction. It wasnt super intense..but uncomfortable. Once it was over a few minutes later another one came...I quietly went to our bedroom and stood in the corner swaying back and forth with my head pressed against the cold wall. A few minutes later my mom and husband found me and said...."are you alright?" I said oh yea..doing fine..just having some contractions :)
After that my mom never took her eyes off me and I could see her and Andy making faces at each other as to say..is that another one? (contraction) They kept coming pretty frequently so Mom asked if I wanted to go outside to walk. So out we went...and walked for a while. It was about 8pm. Mom had a pen, piece of paper, and her phone so she could time each contraction. Andy was inside getting everything together. Walking made my contractions come quicker...Mom and I would talk..and I would stop and sway back and forth during a contraction...once it was over..we would continue walking. Dad eventually joined us and he became my physical support during the contractions. He would sway with me :) I told Mom at 10pm we would call the hospital and tell them what was going on.
I didn't quite make it until 10..but I called and told them what was going on and at first the lady said..well can I have a nurse call you back? There isn't one at the desk. I was thinking what! I dont' want to wait any longer...So we packed up anyway and off we went. Andy and I in our car..and Mom and Dad in their car. We made it to the ER around 10:30..they wheele me up to L&D Triage at 11...monitered me for about an hour. I was 3 cm and 100% effaced. Contractions were 4.5 minutes apart. I was aditted at midnight.
Once I got all settled in my room one of the nurses said they were going to give me somthing to ease the pain..I said sounds wonderful! She hooked up my iv and also gave me the medicine. Little did I know that it would completely knock me out. The rest of my labor I only remember bits and pieces..I was in and out of consciousness..waking up everytime I had a contraction..but was so medicated that I could barely talk. My water broke at some point...I receivd my epidural aroud 5 or 6cm dilated...and before we knew it I wasready to push. When I first received my epidural it only took on my right side. I remember I kept saying, "I can still feel my left side". But..by the time I was ready to push I was completely numb. Andy had one leg, my mom had the other..and my Dad sat over on the couch. I pushed for over an hour..and felt like the entire room was cheering me on. Marshall's heart rate dropped once..so they had me turn on my side and gave me some oxygen. For that short instant I was so scared I was going to have a c-section. It came back up and we were ready for more pushing. At 4:32a.m., June 25th he was here...weighing 7lbs. 2 oz. and 19 inches long. He was perfect. He screamed the entire time they were cleaning him up and didn't stop until he was all bundled up and placed in my arms. Andy didn't leave my side..I kept telling him he could go over and check on the baby (where my parents were snapping pictures left and right) ..but he stayed with me. I think he was really proud of me for giving birth to our son. It was a sweet moment :)
So that it's..that's how our sweet baby boy arrived in our arms. I can't believe he is now 1 year old. He has brought so much laughter and joy in our lives. He is such a blessing to our family. Happy Birthday Marshall...we love you oh so much!!
