Nothing like the birth of your first-born child to get you blogging again...
I
was pretty confident that May 31st was my due date, but officially (aka
according to my doctor) it was May 28th. Either way, I figured baby
wasn't coming until June because I had heard most first-time moms go
past their due date. I'm not sure of the validity of that rumor, but it
turned out not to apply to me.
On Monday, May 21st, I
subbed for a math teacher at Coffman High School. It was a relatively
easy day of work, and when I finished I stopped at a friend's house to
chat before heading to my 39 week OB appointment. After the typical
blood pressure/weight check and an extremely uncomfortable cervical
check, the doctor determined that I was not dilated yet and sent me on
my way. I made my 40 week appointment with the receptionist who said,
"If I see you next week..." I replied, "Don't worry. I have a feeling
you'll definitely be seeing me." From there I went straight to the gym
for my Monday BodyVive class, a low-impact whole body group fitness
class. That evening I was feeling especially uncomfortable, but I
attributed it to that lovely cervical check and possibly my workout. As I
crawled into bed at the end of the day:
Michael: "You're going to have the baby tomorrow."
Me: "Don't do that. Don't do one of your prophecy things where you say something and then it happens."
At
5:15 a.m., I woke up to go to the bathroom and discovered that my water
had broken. At least I was pretty sure, but since the nurse at our
birthing class told us that it is common for women to mistake the baby
squeezing your bladder and causing you to leak with the bag of waters
breaking, I thought I'd wait a while. I fed the dog, let him out, and
picked up around the house just in case, and then, sure enough, I
experienced a mini gush of "water." After waking Michael up with the
news, I finished packing our hospital bag. We ate a quick breakfast, got
ready, and quickly headed to Dublin Methodist Hospital.
In triage, the nurse was getting ready to run a test to confirm my water
had broken when there was a big gush, and she said, "Yep, that's your
water. Let's get you up to labor and delivery." We had arrived at the
hospital shortly before 7:00am, which meant the nurses were just going
through a shift change. I was very encouraged when my labor and
delivery nurse, Kristy, told me it was her goal to get the baby
delivered before the end of her shift.
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shortly after arriving in L&D
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sitting on a birthing ball, breathing through a contraction
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The doctor started me on pitocin around
9:00am because my contractions
were not getting regular or very strong. That seemed to do the trick and
moved things along quickly. When the midwife checked in on me around
10:00 and I was at 4cm, she said I could get an epidural anytime and
should not be concerned with it interfering with my progress. I held out
a little while longer but called the anesthesiologist in by 10:40.
While I am impressed by women who want a natural birth and have to give
them props, I am SO glad I went for the epidural. Just watching those
contractions on the monitor and not feeling them was ah-mazing :D Each
time the nurse came by, she helped me move into a new pose to try and
get the baby moved into the optimum birthing position.
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checking my email while sitting in one of the various poses
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The next several hours passed by without
much ado thanks to the drugs; it was actually quite boring.
Unfortunately, I did not get cell service so I couldn't really text or
call anyone unless I had Michael take my phone over to the window. We
mostly passed the time just chatting and hanging out.
By 2:45, the nurse said I was 10cm and ready to push. An
hour and fifteen minutes later, at 4:00pm, Joel Emerson was born
weighing 8lbs. 3oz. and measuring 21in. - absolutely perfect in my
eyes.
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love at first sight
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Except for happening a week early, the
whole labor and birth process were about what I expected. In fact, it
was probably easier and less hectic than I anticipated. Michael was
incredibly supportive. We both fell in love immediately. I was amazed at
how much I wanted to cuddle and kiss this little person I just met and
who still had residue all over his head and body and was screaming in my
face.
The following day was our three year wedding
anniversary. Even though the hospital food was pretty good, Michael ran
out to get us Chinese food to celebrate. He brought back three fortune
cookies, so Joel got his very first fortune at only a day old:
After
two nights in the hospital, on May 24th, we took our new little bundle
of joy home. We feel so blessed and thank God for His goodness and
provision.