I'll start at the beginning. I came home from work around 6:30 in the morning (it was a Saturday). I went to bed and woke up around 9ish to use the bathroom. I realized that my mucus plug broke. I looked up online what exactly this meant. What I found out was that it means labor could be hours, days, or weeks away. Which was not helpful at all so I went back to sleep. Or tried to anyway but had a hard time. I think I ended up getting up around 10:30 and got ready for the day. I had plans to go shopping with my friend Krystal.
Once we were shopping I started having contractions but didn't think anything of it as I had been having braxton hicks contractions for a couple weeks. But they started to get progressively stronger as the day went on. When we were at the mall they were anywhere form 7-12 minutes apart. Getting anxious me and Krystal parted ways and I went home. I called my mom and decided to go over to her house so she could take me to the hospital if needed. But once I got there my contractions seemed to just stop. As you can imagine I was extremely irritated by this. I had some while I was there they weren't close together at all. So after about an hour or so I went home feeling defeated. I tried to take a nap as I only had a few hours of sleep. I slept for maybe an hour and a half before waking up in pain. I was having more contractions but they weren't close together. I would have maybe two or three that were about 12 minutes apart but then nothing for half an hour or more. This went on pretty much the rest of the night. I made laps around my living room and went up and down the stairs hope to get things moving.
Joe finally came home from work around 11:30 pm. By this time I was having more pain but didn't think we should go to the hospital since they weren't close together. We left the house about 12:30 am and as we were getting on the freeway Joe said, "Oh shit I don't remember if I locked the door. Should I go back?" To which I said, *sigh* "Yes, we can't just leave the door unlocked." So we did only to find out the door was locked the entire time. Fast forward to getting to the hospital and getting checked in. When the nurse checked me I was at 3 centimeters. She had us walk around for an hour before checking again. After the hour I was at a 4. I was on the fence about getting an epidural as I hate needles and having a giant one put in my spine just freaked me out. But the decision was an easy one as that was the worst pain ever. Most of the pain was in my back which is supposed to be worse but I don't know that for a fact.
So fast forwarding through all the boring stuff. I slept most of my labor anyway so there's not much to tell there. At 10:30 am it was time to push. According to the nurse I was an expert pusher. So I figured that within the hour I would be holding my baby. But that didn't happen. Two hours later still no baby and my epidural was wearing off and I had the worst pain of my life and felt like I was going to die. I was also put on oxygen at this point and had been on it for awhile. The doctor said my choices were to try and keep pushing, try the vacuum or just get the c section. But if the first two didn't work we would have to do a c section anyway. I got emotional and started crying as I really didn't want the c section but it seemed like the best option.
Cut to being numbed up again and on the operating table. First off being awake for any surgery is totally creepy. You can feel them touching you but it doesn't hurt. I just found it creepy knowing they were cutting me open. I was also a little loopy from the medication. I think I asked a hundred times if they were almost done and told them it felt weird several times. I also threw up during it. Not a good time. After what felt like forever I heard a nurse say, "Oh hi cutie." Followed by him crying. There were more tears at this point as I couldn't believe he was finally out. I was also upset that I didn't get to hold him right away. Not that I would have been able to. I started shivering and had the shakes something fierce.
I don't really know how to explain what it was like when I first saw him. The first part of him I saw was his feet and genitals across the room. But finally seeing his face was different. I just thought he was beautiful. Totally cliche I know. And I couldn't believe he was mine. I finally got to hold him in the recovery room. He weighed 8 pounds 10 ounces and was 22 inches long so he was a big boy. And his birth time was 1:46 pm. We spent three nights at the hospital before coming home.
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