Let's start at the top shall we? On Monday night or Tuesday morning around 1:15 I woke up with contractions. They were about 30 minutes apart but hurt and I knew they were for real. After contracting all night with no sleep and little rest I sent Michael to work and laid down out of exhaustion around 6:30 am. By some miracle I fell asleep even though they were 7 minutes apart and woke up 2 hours later feeling like nothing had happened. I WAS FURIOUS! I was determined to make them come back and put myself back into labor so I called my good friend Lili and demanded to go walking. :) We went a couple of miles and I would have contractions that would make me breathless but nothing dramatic.
After the walk I was even more exhausted and discouraged. Jack was being a pretty big turd and so I took him to do one of our favorite things, eat pizza at Costco. Still my contractions didn't stop me from moving or doing or lifting or anything. I decided I would try to sleep again while Jack napped but here is the kicker, instantly they were 7 minutes apart and brutal. I mean, the second I laid down it was game time. I called the OB nurse she said go to the hospital. I showered, called my lifesaver Gigi and got the last of our bags packed. Gigi loaded Jack and I up in her car and drove me to the hospital.
After spending an hour in triage and feeling extremely pessimistic that I would be sent home the nurse checked my cervix. I had dilated from a 2.5 to a 4 in one hour. HOORAY! REAL LABOR! I was admitted and Michael started to get excited. We were moved into our delivery room and the anesthesiologist took waaaaaaaay too long to get there. I was a six by the time the drugs started to work. Seriously?! I never want to feel a six again!
By 6:30 pm I was finally sitting pretty. I had been stuck twice because the epidural didn't quite work the first time but I felt so good by that point that I didn't care. Roughly 2 hours later, I was feeling contractions again and I almost started to cry. I did NOT want to feel them again! The anesthesiologist came back, re-drugged me and of course the contractions slowed. I was only a 7. One centimeter in about 4 or so hours is no good. Bring on the pitocin right? Wrong! Twenty minutes later I felt one hard contraction of alot of pressure and her head was crowning. The best part is that they wanted me to hold it! The doctor took 10 minutes to get there and boom! Five pushes later there she was. Ta da! It hurt like a son of a biscuit but of course, cliche cliche cliche, she was worth it.
Now for some pics after all of that blabbity bla and btw they aren't in order but I am too lazy to turn all of these around. If that bugs you start from the bottom. :)
Poor Jack is STILL not too sure about her.
Super sensitive skin = super rosy cheeks.
Happy Mommy and Daddy.
My little gnome. Awww.
Loved having her hair washed.
Again, total bliss.
Not so much a fan of the body washing.
Wanting her Mommy of course.
So exciting to hold her for the first time.
The happy, ugly cry.
Almost a smile.
Welcome to the world!
I just want to quickly thank everyone who has called, emailed, text or commented. We are doing great and hope that continues. My mom is coming in 3 hours (HALLELUJAH!) and so maybe I will be better about returning calls and such soon. We are so grateful to have this healthy, beautiful editiona and have truly felt the love of our Heavenly Father in these last few days. It's a joy and blessing that only comes from new life!