5 years ago today (warning birth story inside)

sassyandskinny · May 2010

Short version: ?My son was born. 6 pounds, 7 ounces. 19.5 inches.

Long version: ?I woke up at 4:20 AM to find my water breaking two weeks before my due date. ?DH was several states away for work. Being the calm, collected person that I am, I convince myself that it is just watery discharge, put a pad on, and get back in bed. ?A few minutes later, the pad is full, so I get up and walk around the house and cry. ?I feed the fish, I get the dog fresh water and food, and wipe up the floor where I have been leaking while doing all this. ?I cry.

I call DH, then my doc, then Dh again, and then my parents. ?Our plan was that I would call the neighbors to take me to the hospital. ?Being the calm, collected person that I am, I ring the neighbors doorbell at 4:55 AM, without calling first. ?I tell her that my water broke, she tells her partner, to which her partner says, "I'll call the plumber." ?I laugh.

She drops me off at the hospital and I get checked in, get in a bed, and cry. ?DH calls, he is at the airport, and someone who was traveling with a church group gave up their seat, so he will be on the first flight of the day. ?Its about a two hour flight. ?My parents decide to drive, its a 9.5 hour drive. ?I lay in the room all alone and think of all of those stupid Baby Stories I watched on TLC, and how the room is filled with family and friends, and most importantly their DHs are by their side, and I cry.

I get friendly with the nurse, she helps calm my nerves, I am about 4 cm?dilated, so it looks okay for now. ?Then shift change comes, and she has to leave. ?I cry.

My MIL calls, she is at the airport waiting for DH's plane to arrive, and will get here as fast as she can with morning rush hour traffic. ?It will take at least an hour. ?I cry.

My doc shows up, says its time to get this show on the road, and if I want an epidural, I better get one soon. ?I cry. ?I decide to wait for DH to make any decisions. ?DH and MIL get there just before 10 AM. ?I cry.

I get the epidural, which takes about an hour because she cannot get to the spaces in my vertebrae (this is not normal). ?DH passes out while watching her jam that freakin huge needle over and over into my back. ?The nurses help him catch himself against the wall, and rush in orange juice and Krispy Kreme donuts for him. ?I get ice chips. ?I cry.

I start pushing at 11:55 and the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life until that point came at 12:10 PM. ?They laid him on my chest right away, and I just knew he was the most perfect thing I had ever seen. ?I cry.

MySweetBaboo · May 2010

Awww, great story!! I am so glad your dh made it in time!

Jessiac_3 · May 2010

Aww such a sweet story!!

A friend of mine is going to school to become a doula...she has me convinced I should get one too. Just in case something like that happens, you'll have someone you know by your side!

Happy Birthday to your LO!

ECUGirl2004 · May 2010

Aw, Happy Birthday to your son! Thanks for sharing your birth story. I never get tired of reading birth stories.

lstewa00 · May 2010

so cute!

MuseumMaven · May 2010

I'm so glad your DH made it in time! What a great story, and Happy BIrthday to your son!

ejlynch · May 2010

Big Awww! Happy birthday to you son, loved the story

utgirl2 · May 2010

Great story. Thanks for sharing!

TDFS · May 2010

Awww....what a sweet story. I'm so glad your DH made it in time for the arrival of your son. Happy Birthday to your LO!!!

CactusGirl · May 2010

That is such a wondeful story! I mean, it must've been hard not knowing if DH was going to make it there, but I enjoyed reading it. I am SURE I will be crying 90% of the time too, that is just how I am.

Lily82 · May 2010

sassyandskinny:

Short version: My son was born. 6 pounds, 7 ounces. 19.5 inches.

Long version: I woke up at 4:20 AM to find my water breaking two weeks before my due date. DH was several states away for work. Being the calm, collected person that I am, I convince myself that it is just watery discharge, put a pad on, and get back in bed. A few minutes later, the pad is full, so I get up and walk around the house and cry. I feed the fish, I get the dog fresh water and food, and wipe up the floor where I have been leaking while doing all this. I cry.

I call DH, then my doc, then Dh again, and then my parents. Our plan was that I would call the neighbors to take me to the hospital. Being the calm, collected person that I am, I ring the neighbors doorbell at 4:55 AM, without calling first. I tell her that my water broke, she tells her partner, to which her partner says, "I'll call the plumber." I laugh.

She drops me off at the hospital and I get checked in, get in a bed, and cry. DH calls, he is at the airport, and someone who was traveling with a church group gave up their seat, so he will be on the first flight of the day. Its about a two hour flight. My parents decide to drive, its a 9.5 hour drive. I lay in the room all alone and think of all of those stupid Baby Stories I watched on TLC, and how the room is filled with family and friends, and most importantly their DHs are by their side, and I cry.

I get friendly with the nurse, she helps calm my nerves, I am about 4 cm dilated, so it looks okay for now. Then shift change comes, and she has to leave. I cry.

My MIL calls, she is at the airport waiting for DH's plane to arrive, and will get here as fast as she can with morning rush hour traffic. It will take at least an hour. I cry.

My doc shows up, says its time to get this show on the road, and if I want an epidural, I better get one soon. I cry. I decide to wait for DH to make any decisions. DH and MIL get there just before 10 AM. I cry.

I get the epidural, which takes about an hour because she cannot get to the spaces in my vertebrae (this is not normal). DH passes out while watching her jam that freakin huge needle over and over into my back. The nurses help him catch himself against the wall, and rush in orange juice and Krispy Kreme donuts for him. I get ice chips. I cry.

I start pushing at 11:55 and the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life until that point came at 12:10 PM. They laid him on my chest right away, and I just knew he was the most perfect thing I had ever seen. I cry.