Yep…child birth is no joke. I’m sure many of you out there already know this, but I did not. I thought, sure, it’s going to hurt. A little bit of pain, okay maybe a lot of pain, some he-he-hooooooooo and out would come a baby. Let me tell you the truth. Let’s get real. Child birth is freaking crazy! The pain, the waiting, the pain, the baby, the joy, the after pain…
I wanted to write this post so I can remember all of the events of this painful joyous day. It’s limited TMI, but feel free to skip to the end and just check out our cute baby!!
9/10/11-due date. No baby.
9/14/11-Ultra sound. It’s a girl boy?! Induction scheduled for 9/20/11
9/15/11-Last day at work. No baby.
9/18/11-BFF’s birthday. No baby.
Monday 9/19/11 9pm-Did I just pee my pants??
9:15pm-Did I just pee my pants…again? No…my water just broke and my hair’s not done. Damn! Side note: my husband’s only request during my pregnancy was to not go into labor on a Monday. Request denied. Now we’re even for the Christmas ornaments
9:20pm-Shower and do my hair because who greets a new baby without your hair done. Right?
10:15pm-Husband makes coffee and I tell him to take his time because I’M ONLY LEAKING FLUID HERE!
10:30pm-Check into the labor and delivery triage. Nurse confirms, yep my water broke and those cramps that I have been having those are contractions. Dilated to about 2.
1:30am-Get moved to a labor and delivery room, go to the bathroom and get moved back to triage. They need the room for someone having a baby RIGHT NOW and apparently that’s not me.
2:30am-Get moved to a labor and delivery room again now to stay. Pitocin drip stated. Dilated to about 2.
2:35am-First contraction rips thru like a freight train. Wow…that didn’t feel good.
2:40am-Second contraction even worse.
2:45am-Husband wonders if he left the coffee pot on and wants to go home to check it. Third contraction hits and I wonder if I am going to die during child birth like in the movies. The headline will read, “Woman dies during childbirth while husband is turning coffee pot off”.
2:50am-Husband really wants to go home and check coffee pot. I’m thinking it’s just a ploy to go get more coffee since the cafeteria is closed and really I could care less if the house burns down right now….I’m about to DIE in pain! Oh, and another contraction.
2:55am-Contraction-unbelievable pain. Nurse recommends I try and get some sleep. Guess she’s not aware of the thriving pain I’m in. How about I prove it by throwing up. Done.
3:00am-Contraction-unbelievable pain. Nurse asks if I want to try sitting on a “birthing ball” (which by the way is just an exercise ball…why do they have to call it a birthing ball. I’m not going to birth anything while working on my core). Pass on the birthing ball.
Contraction-unbelievable pain. This little scene plays out every five minutes from 2:35am to 6am.
6:00am-My doctor stops by and tells me I’m dilated to 2. A 2??? WTF!!! I’m convinced this is the baby that will never come out. I’m 10 days overdue, 8 hours past my water breaking and 3.5 hours into the pinball of pain from pitocin and I’m dilated to a 2???? Did this baby not get the memo to GET OUT!
I think for fear of his life the doctor agrees that when the nurse checks me at 8am if I’m at a 3 I can get the epidural.
8:00am-Nurse comes into the room and declares I’m at a 3. wink. wink. and orders the epidural I’m certain as a show of mercy.
8:15am-My favorite person in all of the world and new BFF shows up…the anesthesiologist. Oh wonderful person wielding large needle of joy where have you been the last 41 weeks.
I had watched an episode of Baby Story where the epidural only took on one side of a patient. I recounted this story to my husband and mom and laughed about how awful that would be. Karma was apparently in the neighborhood and paid me a visit. The epidural began to wear off quickly on my left side leaving me with intense back pain. My new BFF was able to adjust the epidural a little, but I still had a lot of feeling on the left side and zero feeling of the right side.
Fast forward to 4:45pm (we all know how babies are born) our baby is born and I hear the doctor say, “It’s a boy?!”. Yep, our little girl was indeed a boy. The cutest boy you have ever seen!
The pictures below were taken by a photographer that I have idolized for years and I am thankful to know her now as a friend, Kimberly Jarmen. Meet our little surprise Andrew Patrick.



Oh I could just squeeze and kiss this little face all day!

It’s hard work being such a cute baby model! He looks a little cross eyed in this, but I promise he’s not!
