Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The best day of my life. Hands down!

I wasn't due for at least another three weeks, but the nesting had kicked in full force. I was cleaning cupboards, was folding and refolding the baby’s clothes, and honestly kind of going nuts! My husband and I stayed at my parent’s house on Saturday. It was something we did on a regular basis. We packed everything up (including the car seat); just in case we needed it. We had a great visit with my parents but thankfully nothing happened on Saturday. Phew!

That Sunday, I alphabetized all our DVD`s, rearranged my entire bathroom and even got mad at C for the way he was making his grilled cheese sandwich. We went shopping that day. I just HAD to have a new bathroom space saver. (You know that unit that goes over the toilet. Yup I just had to get it THAT day) I felt very normal. Baby was kicking and moving and I felt good. HA!!

We went to bed around 10:00pm which was normal for us. In all  honesty I was ready for bed at 8:00! I asked C such a silly question just before he fell asleep."How many beers did you have tonight?" "Just 2" he answered. "Ok good. So if s*** goes down tonight, you can drive..." there was a pause..."yup" Ok good" and that was that.

Well little did I know that an hour and a half later my water would break.

I woke up thinking I was peeing the bed. I really didn't know what to think and then like a light bulb turned on BAM! "Chris I think my water broke!" I was shaking! He really didn't understand me, and then I said "YUP! Wake up! My water broke!" I scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom in my birthday suit. Chris followed me and was completely dressed already.

He asked me what he should do and I told him to call the hospital to let them know that we would be coming in a bit. I called my mom at 11:35pm to let her know what was going on. I was sitting on the toilet just shaking! Chris came back in and handed me the phone. The nurse told me to wait till my contractions were 5 minutes apart, then to call back when that happened. She told us to get some rest. Well I couldn't sleep but Chris was out cold in a matter of 30 seconds!

Around 2:45 am, my contractions started to pick up. We started to time them and they were about 5 minutes apart. We called the hospital back to let them know we were on our way in. I called my mother to let her know we were going and to meet us there. We grabbed our bags and headed off to the hospital.

I was so nervous in the car. We barley spoke the entire ride there. I just kept thinking, the next time we get into the car there will be three of us.

It was super windy in White Rock that morning. There were garbage can lids flying in the middle of the road as well and tree branches and debris. As we pulled into the parking lot I saw my mom (she got there before us!) I slid out of the car, and waddled to the emergency room. I had so much adrenaline, I was shaking! I wanted to cry but was so nervous I was laughing!

We were admitted to the hospital, and were taken to my birthing room. The nurse came in and introduced herself.  I was checked out and was told I was about 3cm. I was so happy that I was dilating. The contractions were coming on strong. I was very uncomfortable, but I just focused on my breathing. I remember asking the nurse why I was still leaking. She let me know that I would continue to leak until the baby was born. I’ll just say that in prenatal class no one told me I would leak until the baby was born. I thought when your water broke that was it... nope. Defiantly not! 

The nurse asked me what our birth plan was. I explained that I wanted to do it as naturally as possible. But if I changed my mind I’d let her know. About an hour later my contractions were SO painful I asked what I could take for the pain. I tried the gas and it wasn’t doing anything for me. She suggested a morphine shot. I agreed to the shot and shortly after getting it, my contractions were not as painful.

I really had no sense of time while in the hospital. My guess is, at about 8:00 a new nurse was going to take over. Her name was Nikki and she was a godsend! The time that I had been there I was lying down and even with the shot I was still in pain. Nikki told me to stand up and move from side to side. What a difference that made. I was no longer in as much pain as I was before. I got into a rhythm of rocking and breathing and moaning.

We had a whole brigade of people at the hospital the day my son was born. I was very picky who was to come into the room. I wanted to keep calm and stress free. I continued to breathe through my contractions and use the gas, which after the shot of morphine was working very well. I had asked for a second shot of morphine, but it never had a chance to kick in.

I was checked again around 11:30am and had progressed to 5cm. I was so happy that things were moving along! I was up and moving around and felt pretty good.

At lunch time, my nurse Nikki said she would be back, as it was her lunch break and that another nurse would be coming in to take her place. Nikki assured me that it was probably going to be another 5 or 6 hours before baby would be born. Well... she was wrong!!

Shortly after she left I asked Chris to help me to the bathroom as I needed to go. Really bad! But as I was sitting there, I couldn’t go and I had an urge to push. I went back to my bed and let the nurse know that I needed to push. At first she didn’t believe me. (Hello?! I’m telling you I need to push! Do something about it!) I was checked again and she told me that she couldn’t feel my cervix. My response to her was “Well where did it go?” She informed me that it was time to start pushing! I had gone from 5cm dilated to 10cm in about 30 minutes! Ahh so that's why I had all that pain! lol

My nurse Nikki came back from lunch shocked that I was getting ready to push! I was so scared but incredibly excited to get going. I wanted to meet my baby!

Now, when it came time to pushing I wanted to use a birthing bar, but I never got to use it. I sat in a birthing chair for about 30 minutes and made little progress. I was more afraid of pooping than pushing! I then resorted to lying down. I tried to focus on my breathing and was telling myself that if you do this, you will be so happy and that the pain would be over! I’m my head I was singing “Raindrops keep falling on my head” over and over again!


I had been pushing for at least an hour and I was fading quickly! It seemed that with every push baby would move some down and then go back in. But I had a great support team and I knew that I could do this. I pushed for another hour and my husband kept telling me, I can see its head, oh my gosh, c’mon Leash almost there. One more big push! I pushed with all that I had and then... there was my baby. Right there on top of me.

At first I didn’t hear what the gender was. Then I heard “oh baby James”

I started to cry! My son, I have a son!

They took J away to be evaluated, and weighed. All I remember was thinking to myself, you did it! You freaking’ did it!

They brought him back to me and he went straight to the boob. I was amazed that I gave birth to this little person and was thinking to myself how much I loved him. It's a love like no other.

James was born January 18 2010 at 2:17 pm. He weighed 7 lbs 14oz and was 50cm long. I did it without the epi and it took fifteen hours from the time my water broke until he was born. The pain was so worth it.

This was the best day of my life. Hands down!