Well, whadya know? The day after posting about our Babymoon to Moab, baby girl decided to make her appearance. And two days early!
Born two days before her due date, Baby R has been here two months! And yes, it’s true what they say. Time has just FLOWN by. I can’t believe it. And I can’t believe how happy this little bug makes us!
When I was pregnant, I loved reading birth stories. Not only do I want to remember this day, but maybe some other pregnant people out there will enjoy this as well. :) SO, on to the birth story!
I had just had a wonderful birthday. It was low key, since it was just days before my due date, so I didn’t want to have any big plans. It was a special birthday, though. We were just so excited that baby was coming soon! Jordan and I went out to a nice, quiet dinner, soaking up the last few hours of our family of two. It was a nice, warm evening, and we took advantage of the weather and walked around downtown for a bit, being all nostalgic and stuff. We walked past a building with a giant window and I caught my reflection. Yup, I was huge, and it was time for this baby to make her grand appearance. :)
Fastforward to 2am that next morning, on May 17th, I woke up to some mild menstrual-like cramping. I had had similar cramps the mornings before, but they had always gone away eventually. These, however, kept coming. I decided to start timing them at around 2:45am. Sure enough, it started getting worse. I still didn’t really believe anything was going to happen, though. I was worried about being tired at work that day, since I hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest. But around 4:45am, the cramping had evolved into full-on contractions, and I was in quite a bit of pain. Jordan had woken up a bit, and would hold my hand during each contraction. His mood was a complete 180 from mine- giddy that things were finally happening! I was far from giddy. Pained fear would be the best way to describe how I felt.
I took a hot shower, and labored for another hour or so. At this point, I was basically crying through the contractions. Not only were they painful, but I was just so scared that this was actually happening! We decided to head in to the hospital at around 6:30 AM. I called Mom and Dad on our way in to see what Dad thought about my condition. They were on their way to drop Mom off at the airport, since she was flying out to be here that same morning. Dad agreed it was best to just go in to the hospital and see how things were progressing. I was convinced that they were going to send us home. I had only been in painful labor for 2 hours at that point, and I just couldn’t believe I was progressed enough to be admitted.
While we checked in with the nurse, I still just felt like they were going to turn us away. I even made Jordan leave our hospital bags in the car, I was CONVINCED they were going to send us home! We got set up with a wonderful nurse who was going to check on my progress. I labored through contractions, and tried my best to answer all her questions through the pain.
Much to my surprise, I was dilated to a 5, and they were going to admit us! When the nurse told us the news, I just started bawling. I couldn’t believe it. They whisked us upstairs to labor and delivery, got me all set up with an IV and an epidural (thank the heavens). I didn’t want to even catch a glimpse of the needle that the anesthesiologist brought in for the epidural. I sat on the side of the bed, and Jordan stood in front of me, holding my hands while I got the shot. Thankfully, it wasn’t terribly painful, and soon enough, a calm washed over me. The numbness wasn’t as weird as I thought it’d be. It was just strong enough to dull the pain, but I still had some sensations in the lower half of my body.
The nurse told me to get some rest, since I had been up since 2 AM. I laid down in the hospital bed and closed my eyes, but I could NOT doze off. So, my body got some rest, but my mind refused to turn off. I was so incredibly nervous and still in some disbelief that things were actually happening today!
Thankfully, my mom showed up a couple hours later. And good thing, because we didn’t have much time left before baby would arrive! The nurse checked on my progress and sure enough, I had dilated to a 9.5! She wanted to try some test pushes to see how the baby would respond. Halfway through the push, the nurse told me to stop so she could get the doctor. Baby was coming!
The doctor was currently out of the hospital, and strangely enough I was relieved. Finally SOMETHING was slowing things down a bit. I think we waited maybe 20 or 30 minutes for the doctor to get there, but it felt like 2 minutes to me! Not as long as I had hoped. The doc was there, and it was time to push!
Four contractions and six pushes later (and one throw up from yours truly. Red Jello. Yuck), Baby R was screaming and out on my chest. I kept trying to get a good look at her, but with all the nurses cleaning up, baby screaming, I just felt like everything was just surreal. I also wasn’t sure if I was supposed to know how to quiet the baby already. Thankfully, no one seemed to mind that she was screaming. I didn’t care either. I just held her on my chest and felt complete.
And now, we’re a family of three!
OK, OK. Of course I meant a family of FOUR. ;)
(Most hospital pics taken by Shaylei Halling Photography)