It all started at 11:30pm, Monday 5th July.
I am asleep
I jump, almost bounce out of bed and gushhhhhh, "My water broke! Ben, BEN my water broke!" My pants are soaked by now. Ben looks at me, exhausted with the words "not tonight" written all over his face; poor guy had been doing yard work and redoing our deck all day long but did our baby care...NOPE.
I run into the bathroom clean myself up. My heart is racing, I am going to have a baby within 24 hours. HOLY COW! I am still leaking, I know gross but thats how it works.
I call the doctor, Yes go to the hospital she says.
What about my sleeping Jack man. Ben calls around and arranges people to come and be with him. I worry, will he be OK?
I threw everything into my hospital bag that was on tomorrows to-do list. Grandma comes over. We head out.
In the car headed to the hospital. Everything seems so surreal. We stop at a 7 eleven / Medical marijuana store (it's legal here in Denver, that angers me but I wont go into that now) to get snacks, I am going to need some carbs.
Into the ghetto to my hospital.
We get checked in and see our friends the Peterson's, they are having their baby in the room next to us! CRAZY STUFF.
OK. Just to clarify I am having frequent contractions at this point but they are not painful just plain uncomfortable.
We take a stroll around the hospital. Check out every floor. I chew gum like it's going out of style.
Back to our room and we both kind of nap.
5:30am Lindsey (nurse #1) checks me, I am at a 4, life is good they wont put me on pitocin.
Ben gets breakfast around 6:45, we go on another walk, contractions are getting stronger, it's hard to walk through them. I only managed two floors this time.
Around 7:15 it all begins...
The contractions HURT!
They are coming about every 3-4 mins and lasting for 4 mins. I am breathing like Darth Vader.
I had mentally decided that I would do everything in my power to endure labor without any pain medication until noon and if by then I wasn't close I would give up!
I keep looking at the clock...noon is a LONG way off.
With every contraction I become a little more vocal.
9am rolls around they check me I am a 5! Only half way:(
Well, I have to pee like a race horse at this point so after a contraction Ben and I head over to the Loo. After doing my thing I have a contraction and I want to push, I want to push! Ben's like "don't, no one is here, just stand and breathe through a few more contractions."
In agony we let gravity do it's job.
Kimberly (nurse #2) comes in, I tell her I want to push. She tells the Doc, Doc checks me I am at an 8! That is progress just 10 mins after being a 5. Whoot whoot! "Alright we are going to have a baby soon" she says.
Within minuets Doc is dressed in surgical gear with a funky looking face guard on, there's a table with all sorts or pointy instruments- WHAT THE HECK!
Contractions are unbearable, I am thinking why am I doing this? Ben is my rock repeating "you can do this babe!" while I smack the bed and breathe "HO, HO, HA!"
Time to push.
So, I thought I was in pain before but pushing a baby out was a whole new WORLD of pain. I thought I was going to have a head stuck in my vagina for the rest of my life- this is a really terrifying thought. I seriously thought it was never going to end.
By this time I was screaming so loud that my friend who was next door was on the phone and the person on the phone with her could hear me. This is somewhat embarrassing. Ben will testify to my loudness.
Doc tells me to push now without waiting for a contraction. Little did I know it was because the cord was wrapped around his neck.
They are cutting the cord, I feel like I am going to split into two
out the body comes.
I did it!
They put my brand new baby on my chest, his a strange color combo of purple and grey
I am thinking "that was the worst experience of my life"
I am crying
I am shaking
I apologize for screaming so loud
Ben is so proud of me, I love him even more
Our baby is perfect:)