I am here, I am alive, and we have a healthy baby boy! I always wonder when bloggers drop of the side of the universe...it's like, are they okay, what happened! LOL. Well nothing and everything has happened since I have been gone. Nothing being, we are all here in one piece, and everything being, omg we now have a baby! I am the proud momma of Rory James, the most handsome little chunk in all the land according to me : )
He came by surprise. I went to my midwife appointment as usual and mentioned that a had a little liquid, uh hem, you know where. Apparently that was cause for concern because my normally cool, calm collected nurse started buzzing around practically pushing me into the examining room, dragging an ultrasound machine behind her. The midwife came in on time (this place is notorious for being late) and my husband walked in as soon as she came up from examining me to declare, "my water had broke." My husband and I looked at each other, stunned, color drained from our face...we were like okaayyyy, whattt dooesss thisss mean!??!?! She said "are you ready to have a baby today". What!? I was only 38 weeks 4 days, I am suppose to be late like every other first time mum.
She told us go home, pack our bags, go have lunch and meet her at the hospital. Because my water had been broken for 24 hours at that point, she said they had to induce me because I was at risk for infection. My dream of having a water birth was out of the question. I was scared. I was nervous, but I was ready.
We packed our bags, went to our favorite neighborhood joint for a quick salad and a sandwich and were both strangely calm. We then made it to the hospital around 2 in the afternoon. I had no contractions at this point. The nurse ran a test to verify that my water had broke, it had. They gave me my first hospital meal (it was 4:30 at this point), which my husband urged me to eat knowing that it was probably going to be a long night. I ate it. After triage we were moved to the delivery room and the real fun began.
At 6 pm we started petocin. yuk. not part of my birth plan, but I wasn't having any contractions and we needed to get things moving. Every thirty minutes our sweet and feisty nurse Bah (yes that was her name) would crank the petocin up a couple of notches. Around 10 I started "feeling it". I would stand on the side of the bed and my hubs would message my back. It hurt, but I was like oh man I got this babe, this ain't so bad. I felt like wonder women. The midwife came in to check on me. Because my water had broke she couldn't check to see how far I was dilated due to risk of infection, but she said that by looking at me I wasn't ready yet. She thought that I had quite a ways to go (thinking I wasn't going to deliver until the next day) and suggested a little demerol to help me sleep. I accepted and I swear AS SOON as she left the room, things got REALLY intense. I got on all fours on top of the bed and began moaning through each contraction. I looked at my husband and said, "is this some kind of sick joke", because I thought they were with holding the pain meds from me. He said, "babe it has been five minutes". It was unbearable, I told Bah I needed an epideral. She quickly administered the demerol and urged me to see how I felt after. The pain meds were administered, relief....yay not happening. The pain was still there, just as intense, but only I felt paralyzed to say anything. All I could do was moan.
The next couple of hours a blur. My husband and I spooned on the hospital bed, as I moaned through each contraction, which seemed to be right on top of each other. I am guessing the nurse told the midwife I seemed ready and around 1 they came in and checked me. I was fully dilated. It was time to push. I felt so tired, but I had a strange urge to push. Everyone says you poop, but man, oh man I peed all over my poor midwife, which actually made me laugh through the pain. I think I pushed for a total of 30 minutes, and was able to watch him come out (not with a mirror or anything, but was able to peer over), which actually motivated me to push harder and longer. So yay, the pain, let's talk about that for a second. It felt as if someone was taking a blow torch to my lady parts...it REALLY burned. But just like that he was out.
Rory James was born at 1:44am after only 4 hours of active labor. He was placed on my chest and he looked straight at me. He looked like me, I felt love, I felt shocked, it all just felt really surreal. After an hour on my chest they took him to check all his vitals and what not, dad didn't leave his side, and momma got 2 hours of the best sleep she probably will have for the rest of her life.
He has now been home with us for 2 months now. He is changing daily and my love for him continues to grow. They say becoming a parent is the best thing ever, and while it is, it has also been the most challenging 2 months of my life. You sacrifice yourself for your child, your sleep, your social life, sometimes food and hygiene. But somehow it is all so worth it, and I wouldn't change it for the world. Here is to you Rory James and to all the joy and love you bring your mommy and daddy! We love watching you grow and experience the world. You are our everything!