Landon's birthday!!!

Travel back in time with me (since i am a horrible blogger...)


Thursday, December 1, 2011

I woke up at about 2 in the morning feeling, well, strange. My tummy hurt awkwardly so I assumed that I was hungry. Luckily I was sleeping in the guest room due to my weird hot flashes so I did not bother Ben. I got some Gatorade, some crackers and the precious I pad. I did what any normal person would do- played on Facebook for hours. I now know everything about everyone and all of their family members, fyi. At about six, I finally went into our bedroom to tell Ben. I remember saying, "Babe, I think it's baby day" and then, duh, I burst into tears. Ben was his normal calm self and made me recount what I was feeling: A weird crampy-ness... Every seven minutes. Since Ben was no help, i called my mom and explained it to her. I made Ben go work out at the Y since I figured it would probably be the last time ( and I was right.) My mom told me that if it was contractions, I would be in pain. I wasnt hurting at all. We had a doctors appt that day at 3 anyway so I called the office to see if I could get in any earlier. They told me to come in at 9.

We got there at 9 and since we didnt have a true appt, we ended up waiting 45 minutes. By this time I was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Ben went to remind them that we were there and thank goodness he did. We went in the room and my wonderful doctor came in. Needless to say, she was really surprised about how far I was and also how calm I was. she said that when I called earlier, she thought I was being a first time preggo person and it was false labor. She let me come in at nine to humor me. Nope, not false. I was 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced. I was going to have a baby that day!!! We headed to the hospital, which luckily is in the same parking lot.

We got to the hospital room and got settled. Our parents started arriving. At 12, my doctor came back and broke my water. Shortly after that, I got an epidural. It was pretty painful but I could not have managed without it. Now we wait!!

My doctor came back at 530 and I was ready to start pushing!! My mom and Ben were there with me. Pushing was waaaaaay harder than I expected. I was out of breath and tired... The third push each time was worthless. They kept saying they could see his head but I just couldn't get it out. After an hour, my doctor said she didn't think I was going to be able to get him out. He was too big and even if I got the head out, the shoulders would be even more difficult and that would be dangerous. I asked her what she would do of it was her. She said she would have a c section. That was all I needed to hear and we were off!!

My mom wasn't allowed to come so she went to join the other excited grandparents. Ben got changed into the scrubs while I got prepped for the surgery.