I am extremely teary right now.This post needs to be written.
I hate that it has taken so long.
It is so sacred, and so special that it needed me to have the time to put it down.
I will preface with the fact that I have an EXTREME case of
"pregnant brain" combined with sleep deprivation.
It is my hope I can remember the minutes of this day like they happened, and recall with full heart how I felt.
The Monday prior to Millz birth, I had an appointment with my doctor where he
"stretched my cervix".
Let's just leave it at this: That it hurt like a mother. And I left with his words ringing in my mind, "60-70% of women will begin labor within 48 hours."
On the way home I texted one of my
besties.
She said, "You'll prolly be in the 30% that don't start labor huh?" She knew what I was thinking.
I went home that night uncomfortable, but with no signs that I would have this baby before my doctor was scheduled to leave for his vacation on Friday.
Tears.I wanted nothing more than to have HIM there to deliver this sweet girl. I prayed hard, I cleaned my house,
I MOWED THE LAWN.
NADA.So, the night before Millz was born, I was out photographing a beautiful friend of mine,
Crystalyn.
Yes, nine months pregnant I was still shooting, but at that point, one only hopes and prays that any sort of physical activity will activate full blown labor.
It didn't.
I went home and had a hard time falling asleep.
I felt like CRAP.I woke up the next morning still feeling just all around yucky, but not in "labor". Sure, I had contractions...just like the weeks before, every 3-30 minutes. Crystalyn called me that morning, just to say,
"I felt like I needed to call you and see how you are doing."
Because of her sweet call, and her urging me to go to the doctor, I started to think,
"Huh, maybe I am in labor?"
She proceeded to tell me,
"You know you feel like crap because: YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!"I still laugh at that sentence.
Hindsight:
She was right. At the moment:
I was in denial.
I told her that I would indeed go into the hospital if I didn't start feeling better. The contractions kept coming and coming, but inconsistently, and I still felt like crapola.
I ran some errands with Hubbs, we got some lunch, then dropped the older kiddos off on the in-laws and we were off to the hospital, just to see what the heck was up and why I was feeling so icky.
We got to the hospital at 4:00 p.m.It took what felt like forever to get to the L&D room for monitoring. Here, I was informed they would monitor me for an hour...see if I was progressing, if not then they would send me home.
BOO.I was dilated to a 2+ when I came in. I could have cried (remember all the cervix stretching? A fancy term for "stripping of the membranes") Well when the nurse, Kathleen told me that I hadn't progressed since then...I CRIED. I knew the hour would be pointless...I felt dumb for even going into the hospital. I just wanted to turn around and leave. But I didn't...I stayed for the entire hour.
Kathleen came back in, checked me and I dilated 1/2 a centimeter. YES a half. They want you to dilate 1 centimeter an hour in order to keep you. Kathleen was SO sweet, and SO kind that she said,
"Well, how about if we keep you for one more hour? But if you don't dilate I will have to send you home because we are SUPER FULL."
Me: "Okay." All the time hoping and praying that SOMETHING would happen.
I took a few laps around the L&D floor. Hubbs was at a closing during this hour...so I was alone.
I had a lot of time to contemplate about this sweet baby girl. How I wanted to meet her, how I longed to have our Dr. Lloyd be there to deliver her, how I wanted
Jon to be able to come and photograph her first perfect moments of life...
I prayed a lot that week...that things would line up and all would go perfectly, like I wanted it to.
After the second hour I went back to the room, and Kathleen checked me again. Dilated to a 3.5. BLAST. Only another 1/2 a centimeter? Things were happening but UBER slow. Kathleen said she was off to get some meds to send me home...assuring me I would be back within the day to have the baby.
She left the room, and there I was alone with baby in my belly, teary, praying.
I prayed and prayed and prayed.The monitors were still on. Kathleen didn't come back.
She didn't come back for almost 45 minutes.
When she did come back in, she said,
"Well, I called the Doctor on call (not my doctor...frowny face) and he wants to keep you."
Me: "WHAT?!"
Kathleen had been monitoring me and apparently in the 45 minutes since she had gone my blood pressure had sky-rocketed. (As did the pain level of the contractions which were now coming every 3 minutes).
Dr. Barton wanted to keep me for fear I was becoming
preeclamptic.
Even though I felt like garbage...I was having a baby...soon!
Remember when I said Heavenly Father loved me?
Well, He does. A LOT.
I was admitted at 7:00 p.m.
Got my epidural at 9:00 p.m. Alone. Had sent Hubbs home to shower and change
(hello these pictures were going to be eternally shot on FILM...he had to look good.)
Needless to say, big mistake and my contractions went crazy painful after they broke my water (just seconds BEFORE he left.)
I am a wuss but a thankful wuss that there is such wonderful things as epidurals.
Mmm, epidural.At 10:00 p.m. dilated to a five. Had Hubbs call
Jon.
(Even though Hubbs and Kathleen thought I was crazy...they both thought baby wouldn't come for 'quite some time'".)
Jon arrives within the hour:
Don't I look freaking hott for being 9 months pregnant?
(I meant that...really!)
The pitocin, combined with the epidural really sped things along.
Wanna know the cool part? Who ordered the pitocin?
Dr. Lloyd.Yep, Dr. Barton called him and
HE CAME IN!
To deliver Millz.
Tears.Miracles.
Oh the hilarity when Dr. Lloyd came into check me and I introduced him to our friend Jon.
Dr. was like, "Uhm, do you want him to LEAVE?!"
Funny.
Recall the "hooha" dilemma?Who cares?
Really?Anyway, he checks me and I am like at a six. Feeling TOTALLY dumb for calling Jon.
So Hubbs, Jon and I talk for the next hour.
Here I am texting
mrs. r so she can give the world the play by play via twitter and facebook.
Thanks Linds.
Also, making
Leisha spend tons of money by sending her texts. Get a new plan already okay Leish?
As we are sitting there, the new nurse comes in and I tell her:
"I am feeling a lot of pressure...I think the baby is ready."
So she checks me, and YEP...Millz was ready.
10.
I pushed once.
The world stopped for a moment and the room went silent when we hear,
"The cord is around her neck."
(Okay...)Apparently all is well, when I push once more and Dr. Lloyd proclaims:
"Baby is out."11:58 p.m.
Two minutes before my Step-dad's birthday.
What can I say, she wanted her own day.
She is beautiful, everything I imagined her to be and more.
She looks like her big sister, only with slightly smaller cheeks and lips.
Her head is perfectly round.I bawl.
Hubbs bawls.
I think originally that her mouth is REALLY small, until I get these pictures back from Jon and see this one:
She has the same mouth as her brother and sister.
It is trademarked.
Dark hair. Tiny hands.
