H.Starr
07-21-2009, 12:40 PM
It all started on Saturday January 12, 2008.
My husband and I were laying around being lazy and I mentioned, "I'm going to start my period Monday."
He said "Yeah I thought it should be anytime now."
We sat in silence watching TV for a few minutes and I said, "Wait...its been a while..."
I checked a calendar, and sure enough, I was supposed to start the PREVIOUS Monday.
So after a lot of "Oh Sh*t"s (we had been drinking the night before) I took a test.
Instant positive.
I took two more. Same outcome.
It turned out I was almost 9 weeks at that point. I had had a period in December, but when it was shorter and lighter than normal I just thought I was getting lucky.
Nope. I was already pregnant.
My dr. set my due date at Sept 9, but told me she expected it to be sooner.
Fast forward to Tuesday, August 26th. My husband left for work, and I got up to lock the door behind him. While headed back to bed, fluid gushed out of me.
After a lot of "Oh Sh*t"s, I called him, he came home, and we went to the hospital.
They said my water hadn't broken, that I was just leaking. They told me I was having contractions a few minutes apart, but since I wasn't in pain they "didn't count." They sent me home saying, "I'm sure we'll see you soon."
So my husband and I walked and walked several miles that day.
I made him keep having sex with me.
I did jumping jacks.
Nothing.
Thursday August 28th, my stepmom told me to eat the greasiest nastiest pizza I could find. She said that's what put her into labor with my sister.
So that's what we had for dinner. I waited anxiously.....nothing.
We went to bed around 10pm.
I woke up around 2am with cramps. They kept waking me up throughout the night and I was just getting mad because I wanted to sleep.
Finally by about 7am, I was concerned. At this point they were pretty painful, and I had had diarrhea three times.
So I woke up my husband (he was off because it was Labor Day weekend) and told him, "Shawn, my stomach hurts."
He said, "Okay Babe, just roll over."
I said, "No. Shawn. My stomach HURTS."
He said, "I know, go back to sleep, you'll be fine."
So I got up and called my mom. I explained my "cramps" to her and she said something along the lines of "Those are contractions, let me talk to Shawn."
So I gave him the phone, and he was thrilled to be talking to his mother in law so early in the morning.
She made him time my contractions. They were lasting almost a full minute, four minutes apart.
I said, "Don't you feel like an a*s now telling me to roll over??" He just gave me a dirty look, and we got ready to go.
By the time we got to the hospital I was convinced I was dying. I kept telling my husband, "I don't want to do this anymore! I changed my mind, he can stay in there forever!"
So we walk into the Maternity ward and the nurse at the desk says, "Can I help you?"
I'm bent over, I can't even stand up straight it hurts so bad. I say, "I'm in labor."
She says, "How do you know?"
I contemplate jumping over the counter and ripping her throat out, decide that's too much effort and instead give her a death glare from hell and say, "Because it HURTS."
So they take me to a triage room, and I'm 7cm dilated. Its now about 9:00am.
Around 10:00, I feel gooey in my crotch and ask for paper towels. The nurse gives me a handful and I wipe off and ask for more. She says, "Wait. Your water broke. Don't bother."
I said, "It feels DISGUSTING. Give me MORE."
I had a constant flow, and was constantly wiping.
At 10:30 the epidural guy comes in, thank god. At that point I'm almost 9cm dilated and can't breathe during my contractions they hurt so bad. I'm in tears, my husband has this terrified look on his face like "What do I do?!" and my mom is trying to keep me calm.
So epidural guy gives me the fabulous needle in my spine, and life brightens quite a bit.
The nurse was happy because I stopped asking for paper towels since I could no longer feel the wetness.
So then we all hang out for what feels like days and days because the epidural made it take forever for me to get from 9cm to 10cm.
Finally around 2:20pm, the nurse tells me its time to push.
I push and push and push and push.
His head gets stuck on my pelvic bone for a looooong time.
When he finally drops past it, I tell her I need to push, I can feel him there.
So then the dr. comes in. I push a couple times, she gives me an episiotomy, I push again (at this point in terrible pain again) and she says "Okay his head is out, now stop pushing and breathe for a minute."
I say, "I DON'T WANT TO BREATHE, GET HIM OUT NOW!!!!!!" and push again and there he is.
After 15 hours in labor, a little over 3 hours of pushing, Roman Alexander was born at 5:37pm on Friday August 29th.
7 lbs 8 oz. 20 in long.
And as I type this, my baby boy is almost 11 months old already. Time flies!
(the first three pictures are from the night he was born, the fourth is from the following morning)
My husband and I were laying around being lazy and I mentioned, "I'm going to start my period Monday."
He said "Yeah I thought it should be anytime now."
We sat in silence watching TV for a few minutes and I said, "Wait...its been a while..."
I checked a calendar, and sure enough, I was supposed to start the PREVIOUS Monday.
So after a lot of "Oh Sh*t"s (we had been drinking the night before) I took a test.
Instant positive.
I took two more. Same outcome.
It turned out I was almost 9 weeks at that point. I had had a period in December, but when it was shorter and lighter than normal I just thought I was getting lucky.
Nope. I was already pregnant.
My dr. set my due date at Sept 9, but told me she expected it to be sooner.
Fast forward to Tuesday, August 26th. My husband left for work, and I got up to lock the door behind him. While headed back to bed, fluid gushed out of me.
After a lot of "Oh Sh*t"s, I called him, he came home, and we went to the hospital.
They said my water hadn't broken, that I was just leaking. They told me I was having contractions a few minutes apart, but since I wasn't in pain they "didn't count." They sent me home saying, "I'm sure we'll see you soon."
So my husband and I walked and walked several miles that day.
I made him keep having sex with me.
I did jumping jacks.
Nothing.
Thursday August 28th, my stepmom told me to eat the greasiest nastiest pizza I could find. She said that's what put her into labor with my sister.
So that's what we had for dinner. I waited anxiously.....nothing.
We went to bed around 10pm.
I woke up around 2am with cramps. They kept waking me up throughout the night and I was just getting mad because I wanted to sleep.
Finally by about 7am, I was concerned. At this point they were pretty painful, and I had had diarrhea three times.
So I woke up my husband (he was off because it was Labor Day weekend) and told him, "Shawn, my stomach hurts."
He said, "Okay Babe, just roll over."
I said, "No. Shawn. My stomach HURTS."
He said, "I know, go back to sleep, you'll be fine."
So I got up and called my mom. I explained my "cramps" to her and she said something along the lines of "Those are contractions, let me talk to Shawn."
So I gave him the phone, and he was thrilled to be talking to his mother in law so early in the morning.
She made him time my contractions. They were lasting almost a full minute, four minutes apart.
I said, "Don't you feel like an a*s now telling me to roll over??" He just gave me a dirty look, and we got ready to go.
By the time we got to the hospital I was convinced I was dying. I kept telling my husband, "I don't want to do this anymore! I changed my mind, he can stay in there forever!"
So we walk into the Maternity ward and the nurse at the desk says, "Can I help you?"
I'm bent over, I can't even stand up straight it hurts so bad. I say, "I'm in labor."
She says, "How do you know?"
I contemplate jumping over the counter and ripping her throat out, decide that's too much effort and instead give her a death glare from hell and say, "Because it HURTS."
So they take me to a triage room, and I'm 7cm dilated. Its now about 9:00am.
Around 10:00, I feel gooey in my crotch and ask for paper towels. The nurse gives me a handful and I wipe off and ask for more. She says, "Wait. Your water broke. Don't bother."
I said, "It feels DISGUSTING. Give me MORE."
I had a constant flow, and was constantly wiping.
At 10:30 the epidural guy comes in, thank god. At that point I'm almost 9cm dilated and can't breathe during my contractions they hurt so bad. I'm in tears, my husband has this terrified look on his face like "What do I do?!" and my mom is trying to keep me calm.
So epidural guy gives me the fabulous needle in my spine, and life brightens quite a bit.
The nurse was happy because I stopped asking for paper towels since I could no longer feel the wetness.
So then we all hang out for what feels like days and days because the epidural made it take forever for me to get from 9cm to 10cm.
Finally around 2:20pm, the nurse tells me its time to push.
I push and push and push and push.
His head gets stuck on my pelvic bone for a looooong time.
When he finally drops past it, I tell her I need to push, I can feel him there.
So then the dr. comes in. I push a couple times, she gives me an episiotomy, I push again (at this point in terrible pain again) and she says "Okay his head is out, now stop pushing and breathe for a minute."
I say, "I DON'T WANT TO BREATHE, GET HIM OUT NOW!!!!!!" and push again and there he is.
After 15 hours in labor, a little over 3 hours of pushing, Roman Alexander was born at 5:37pm on Friday August 29th.
7 lbs 8 oz. 20 in long.
And as I type this, my baby boy is almost 11 months old already. Time flies!
(the first three pictures are from the night he was born, the fourth is from the following morning)