On April 19, 2013, Danny and I were at home watching the Hobbit with some of our friends. At about 11:00 pm, I started having contractions (Towards the end of my pregnancy, I kept asking moms, "how will I know I am having contractions? What do they feel like?" They would just laugh at me and tell me I would definetely know.. well,they were right). Our friends went home around midnight and the contractions continued. Every 5-7 minutes, all night long.. Danny was a trooper.. He stayed up with me all night to breath with me and coached me through each contraction.
The morning came and we were both EXHAUSTED. Niether of us got ANY sleep. I wanted to go to the hospital but Danny reminded me that in our birthing class, they told us to labor at home for as long as I could and wait until my contractions were 3 minutes apart before coming in. Danny and I went to a couple furniture stores and tried to pass the time.. Even while we were in the stores, I would have to sit/lie down on the furniture every 4-7 minutes to make it through my contractions.. At about 11:00 am, our friends (that we watched the movie with the night before) text us, they had just had THEIR baby! 3 weeks early.. It didn't seem fair, they had their baby early and with, what seemed to be, no problems! What were the chances that their baby would come 3 weeks early and ours would come 2 days late, to be born the same day.. not likely.
Finally, my contractions were 3 minutes apart! At about 12:00 NOON on April 20, Danny FINALLY OK'd going to the hospital! YAHOO! I was close to death, I swear it :)
We arrived to St. Marks Hospital and my doctor checked me to see how far I was dialated.. (I had already gone past my due date by 2 days, PLUS I had labored through the night for about 12 hours, so I just KNEW I was dialated to at least an 8). "Well, you are a ONE," she told me. I could have just bawled. All that work for NADA! They told me to go walk for an hour and come back. Danny and I then began wandering around the hospital. Every 3-5 minutes we would stop and Danny would coach me through my breathing.
An hour later, I reported back to my room to see how far I was NOW dialated.. I HAD to be an 8!! NOPE.. "You are a TWO." Oh. MY. GOSH!! NOOO!
I plead with my doctor.. "Please don't send me home!" She told me that since I had progressed they would let me stay! YAHOOOO! Little did I know, my day was not even close to being over.. A couple hours passed and I was still progressing slowly. My doctor then came in and broke my water.. At that point the contractions got stronger.. One of my nurses recommended that I didn't get the epidural until I REALLY needed it because it can slow down labor and there would be a possibility of a C-Section, which I didn't want. At about 7 o'clock, I couldn't take the pain any longer.. I was bawling at that point and BEGGED Danny to get me an epidural.
The doctor came in to give me the epidural and even after being numbed, I could FEEL the tube going up my spine. PAIN! After the epidural kicked in, I could still feel the contractions but this time, contractions were pressure instead of pain. HEAVEN! At 10pm My nurse checked me again.. I was still only at a 5. So around 10:45 pm Danny decided that he was going to get some food. As he was walking out the door, my nurse decided to check me again... "You are a 10! Time to push!" It was surreal in 45 minutes I had progressed so much.. My doctor had gone home for the night because I was progressing so slowly.. She thought it would be the next day before the baby came.. They called the doctor and 15 minutes later, she was there and at 11:18 pm, we had a baby boy!
These pictures were taken at the hospital when Cole was 1 day old by his aunt Amy.
Other hospital pics..
First bath..
We absolutely ADORE this boy.
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