After I ate breakfast I was once again experiencing cramps on the right side of my stomach. My mom came over and was hanging around with us at the house and I was telling her what I was feeling. Her and John were making jokes at my expense because pregnant woman NORMALLY go through this faze before baby arrives called "nesting" where they clean and clean and get ready for the baby (which I did with Drayton, my first son) but I for some reason DID NOT go through this nesting faze this time around.
Around 7:30pm John went to Kroger to grab something for dinner while I stayed at home to do dishes. I'm home alone and was still experiencing bad cramping that was 9mins apart and starting to go to my back on the right side as well. John finally gets home and I was telling him they were getting worse.
Me being in the not so "nesting" stage still haven't gotten his room together all the way like I would like it, (isn't all my fault seeing as John didn't get done painting it until Sunday morning after breakfast, so don't blame me entirely)
Once he started making dinner I decided that I better go start getting stuff put away in Brody's room since the walls were finally dry.. I was putting stuff away and would have to stop because the contractions were getting to be pretty painful. I heard John say dinner was done and it was around 8:40 ish. I sat down with my plate and was texting my mom telling her at 8:57pm that they were getting worse and now they were 8 mins apart and it was now in my back even stronger..
At that exact moment I felt a balloon like pop and just started gushing water. I yelled at John that my water had broke jumped up and ran to the bathroom.. Me being the clean gotta smell good person that I am got in the shower and started to take a shower as John was on the phone with my mother telling her my water had broke. Only for a second later to be yelled at by John from my mom to get out of the shower and get dressed we had to go to the hospital just in case I would have a fast labor.
I jump out of the shower only to leak what was a lot more of my water and tried to get dressed and not get my clothes wet (which I failed at)
John is going around and packing my bags and getting stuff around for the baby (yes yes I know I'm horrible because I didn't have that done either, I told you I didn't go through any nesting or preparation stage at all for some reason)
My mom shows up at my door and we are getting in the car to head to the hospital. John pulls up to the ER and I get out of the car only to leak another gallon of water (which totally looked like I peed my pants at this point) my mom puts me in a wheelchair and we go to the desk and tell them my water broke. Get signed in and wait for John and we are on our way up to the L&D.
The night nurse puts me in a little room and told me she had to make sure I broke my water and not just peed my pants.. like I didn't know the difference, but that's her job. So I'm in this little room and she checks me not once but twice that my water broke and confirms I wasn't crazy and puts me in a room.
They asked if I wanted the epidural and as much pain as I was in I agreed to have it. The guy came in to do my epidural and John stayed in the room with me while everyone else had to wait in the waiting room. He started to do it and was started to hurt. He told me he was having some trouble getting it in my back which I could tell because it took him over an hour to finally get it done and for it to start working.
Johns mom and sister had went back to my house to get some sleep since it was after 1am when he finally got my shot figured out. Mark and Drayton went back to the house to get some sleep as well. My mom John and I laid down and went to sleep a little after 2am.
Dr. Chaffee came in around 4 something to check on me, I was dilated to a 5, he then told me he would give me a little bit longer and be back in about a half hour to check on me again. Still pretty tired and feeling a little weak from the epidural I was fast asleep again only to be woken up a half hour later and was now at a 9.5 he told me in 15 mins he would be back that we would shortly be having a baby. 15 mins later he came back in and confirmed I was at a 10 and they started to bring in the stuff they needed to deliver baby.
I woke John up and told him to get my mother up (how they both were sleeping after all the noise and the commotion going on was beyond me). The nurses started to get me prepped for delivery and was told to do a couple of practice pushes. Dr Chaffee then told me that when Brody was born he would come out not breathing due to the fact that he had made a bowel movement inside me and he didn't want him breathing it in so told me not to panic.
As soon as I started to push I was noticing contractions and told him that I could feel them, and he told me that Brody was probably laying in a weird position that was blocking it from getting to the spot in my back to numb me.. I'm not sure but that's what I gathered from what he was saying.
Starting to push the pain was getting stronger and stronger with each contraction. I was pretty worn out from only really eating breakfast all day Sunday and the couple bites I had from dinner right before my water had broke. I was telling John how bad the pain was and was trying to grab onto anything to help me push better because I felt like I wasn't pushing very well.
After about 45 mins of pushing and extreme pain I was getting pretty angry that I still haven't delivered Brody and was tired of being in pain. They say grab behind your knees to help you gain control and help you push.. well for me it was to grab a nurses hand and Johns hand and bare down and push with everything I had inside me. At this point I was feeling the head come down and seriously lodge into my pelvic bone (not to sound gross but I also felt him crowning and stretching me to the size of his head).
The doctor and the nurses were telling me that I was doing a good job and it wouldn't be much longer until he was born. A couple of more pushes and the greatest feeling ever happened... my baby boy FINALLY was out.
They laid him on my chest and immediately went to work he was blue, wasn't breathing, (remember he did tell me he would come out not breathing since he had pooped inside me) the oxygen mask I had on me was taken off and put on him. Doctor and the nurses has a terrified look on their face as they were shaking him and clearing out his mouth and nose kept repeating over and over and over come on baby breath for me breath for me baby. As a mother I was BEYOND TERRIFIED! crying right now cuz it's not something you want to see is your child blue not breathing with an oxygen mask on his face and the doctors (even tho they warned me) was still looking pretty terrified and shaking him over and over and yelling at him to breath. I was bawling as I look to John on my right and kept asking if he was going to be ok and John saying yes.. which I knew he didn't know but lied to make me feel better. I heard a nurse ask if the dad was going to cute the umbilical cord and John having a weak stomach uttered the words "I guess" but Dr. Chaffee said they didn't have time for that which terrified me ever more. At that moment they picked him up and took him across the room and work on him some more. I'm repeatedly asking if he is going to be ok and Dr. Chaffee came over and confirmed he was breathing and he was over there crying. I held my breathe to hear him better since I was crying and yelling at someone to tell me what was going on but I finally heard the sounds I never thought I would love to hear more than anything in this world was the crying coming from a baby.
Doctor told me he had to stitch me up since he was stuck and I couldn't have gotten him out on my own he had to cut me.
They were cleaning him up and measuring him and weighing him but no one would tell me anything about what was going on across the room. I wanted to know how big he was and how he was doing. John's sister said he didn't look that big (lol) but I still wanted to know..
Chaffee was standing over there but then started to walk towards me as he was shaking his head and said "wow". I then heard some yell out the time he was born and the length and the weight of my baby boy.
On July 29th at 5:54am weighing in at 11lbs 5oz and 23.5in long my beautiful baby finally made his appearance.
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After they got me all ready and him cleaned up and ready I was allowed to finally hold him and kiss him and of course feed him...
I was glued. I couldn't stop staring at his little handsome face. In my head I counted ten perfect little toes, ten skinny little fingers, a head full of jet black hair with bright blue eyes. I once again in my life was in love with someone I just laid my eyes on for the first time. The feeling I had with Drayton when he was born was the same feeling I got all over again with Brody. That is the best feeling in the world and I got to relive it again. As I was feeding him my hand was resting on his chest and I felt his heart beat.. knowing I gave him life I gave him his first breath that is something that is amazing.
After all that Big brother Drayton was waiting in the waiting room to meet little brother I was all to excited to bring him in.
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Once Drayton came into the room he ran over to me and jumped on the bed. I started bawling as my TWO beautiful children were meeting for the first time. My "baby" boy was now a big brother.
I was truly blessed with two gorgeous boys and a wonderful family to support me and stand behind me. After much needed family time it was finally time to go home and spend time with my new little man. He is such a good baby just like Drayton was. I can't get over how much Brody looks just like Drayton when he was born. I'm also amazed at myself for pushing out a "toddler" as the nurses were calling him.
It's 1:14am on Tuesday morning 7.31.13 and I can't sleep. We are going home later on today and I'm so excited to take him my little boy and go pick up Drayton from his dads so we can start our new life at home without interruptions from the nurses and doctors. I'm ready to become super woman and take on responsibility of TWO children which I'm sure is a struggle and something that will take some time getting used to. But, with an amazing older son who just adores his little brother an amazing fiancee and a great support system as a family I'm ready to take on the challenge of a whole new different world of motherhood :)
of course I wasn't going to stop there with the cuteness ;)
good night from (half) my family to yours!!
photo taken by: RCT Photography
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