Sorry I haven't been on here lately to update, but can ya blame me? I have been a little busy with the cutest baby in my life and I hate spending one second not holding him or just staring at him. But I thought it was time to sit down and type out his birth day before I get back to work, and before I forget all of the fun details.
I walked into work Wednesday morning and thought my water had broke, so I headed to the hospital. It turned out that my water had not broke, that I just lost my mucus plug and they sent me home. So I spent all Wednesday day and night cleaning the house, organizing the house, and doing last minutes things I knew I wouldn't want to do once we came home. I had to stop eating at midnight that night so I ate lots of pasta and a huge bowl of ice cream. The next day I regretted not eating more than that haha. I woke up at 6:45 am Thursday morning and stared at the clock until it reached 7. I was instructed to call the nurses station at the hospital to see if they had a room open, and they did. We were told to be at the hospital at 7:45. So I got up and took a shower, and made a craft for Max's room while I waited for Kenny to wake up.
Here is what I made.
Kenny could not believe that I spent the time waiting to go to the hospital making a craft instead of laying in bed, but I had to keep my mind busy. I had waited for this day not just for 9 months, but for years. I have always wanted to a mommy, and the day had finally come.
We hop in the car and head to the hospital and still had not registered that this was really happening. I don't think it really kicked in until my doctor came in later that night. They put us in the room and the waiting began. We waited, and waited, and waited. I think Ken was more uncomfortable than me at this point. Poor guy was getting cabin fever but at least he got to eat. The nurses even teased him for eating in front of me, but hey it was a price that I was willing to pay. I didn't get pitocin until about 11 am, and they increased it every 15 minutes until I had steady contractions.
Around 6pm the hunger had set in and I started to get a migraine, despite the four cherry popsicles and 20 cups of ice I had eaten. They gave me some medicine for a migraine and boy was I loopy. I couldn't tell you one conversation I had once they gave me that medicine, but I heard it was quite funny. I received an epidural once I got to active labor. This is the part I was most nervous about, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. The IV they put in my hand hurt worse than the epidural. I am so glad I decided to get an epidural, not only did it save me from enduring so much pain, but I actually got to enjoy the birth of my baby without screaming and I loved every second of it.
Me after receiving the epidural laying with my throw up bag. Once they gave me the epidural my blood sugar went down quickly and I got really nauseous. But my doctor came in and fixed me all up.
The next thing that I knew, the doctor came into the room and said, "Hey? Let's have a baby!" It was after midnight, which meant I was getting my March baby!!
They got me all prepped up, Kenny to the side of me, and I started pushing. It all happened so quickly. I pushed for about 30 minutes, but it only felt like 5. The nurses kept telling Daddy to watch and to see what was going on, I was a little jealous that he could see and I couldn't, until he explained to me what it looked like, then I was content with my position. I could see him once his head was completely out, and that's when the tears came. I couldn't believe that I was doing this and that Max was finally here. The person who cries when they are sunburned, the person that cries when they hit their pinky toe on the side of the coffee table, the person that hates and can't handle pain was doing this. It was the best feeling in he world, and there are no words to describe it.
Max was born at 1:57 am. When they laid him on my chest, time stopped. Nothing else in the world mattered but this little guy. I looked at Kenny who was looking at Max with amazement and thought to my self this is it. This is exactly what we were meant to do. We are a family. The nurses took him to clean him up and weigh him, and I felt like it lasted forever. I wanted him back now, how dare you take my baby from me. I cried more. Kenny was taking pictures that the nurses told him to take, thank God, otherwise we wouldn't have any pictures. It's quite funny actually. You plan and plan for this day to come, and you think how wonderful it would be to have all these pictures. But when it actually happens, you could care less. I don't need a picture of the clock, or a picture of the nurse cleaning him up. I just wanted to hold my baby. And I did, for the next four weeks.
This is our little guy getting all cleaned up. He was 21 inches and weighed 8 pounds and 7 ounces. He was absolutely perfect!
