I woke up Friday morning at 8:00 to some painful contractions. They weren't consistent though so I told Ian to go to work and that I'd call him when I thought we should go to the hospital. They eventually got to be 2-3 minutes apart, and Ian got home and off we went with Max in tow. Keep in mind that my last appointment I was 1cm dilated. I was hoping when we got to the hospital I would be at least 4cm, but no more than 6cm because I wanted an epidural.
I'm not one of those girls who wanted to do it natural. Bring me the epidural so I can enjoy the labor and meet my baby girl. We get there and they take me back right away. I was 5-6cm dilated. WHAT?! The first thing I asked was, "Will I be able to get an epidural still?!" My nice nurse lady said YES and I was a happy girl. Well a happy girl in mother effing pain. It took forever for the anesthesiologist to come to my room. When he finally got there I was sooooo happy. (With Max, I don't remember getting the epidural, because they had given me some meds to take the edge off the pain. Those meds made me sleepy, so I didn't want that this time around.) I was nervous about the epidural, but I knew it would take the pain away. The flippin epidural hurt so bad. I'm talking like stabby feeling pain going down my spine. I started crying and panicking. My nurse lady was awesome and calmed me down. Once it started working, I felt better.
Then....the wonderful thing known as an epidural wore off. How the heck did that happen?! I was begging for them to make the pain stop. My lovely nurse lady called for a top off, which gave me hope that it would go away. That was until she checked me and I was 10cm and ready to push. Yay, but NOOOOOOO because that meant no top off, which meant mother effing pain that was beyond any pain I had ever felt before. I just kept saying, "How do women do this natural?" "Please make the pain stop!" and I whispered a few "F" words. (Oh I forgot to mention that Max was in the room the whole time, but luckily he took a nap and missed all the excitement. He would have been traumatized for sure!) So in all the pain my fave Dr. E says she can give me numbing medicine. Think huge needle going someplace it shouldn't, TWICE. Umm yeah, O.U.C.H..
Ian was amazing through all this and kept telling me that I could get through it and it was going to be worth it because we were going to meet our baby girl. Honestly, I didn't think I could do it. The pain level was a million times worse than any pain I've ever had. Somehow though I made it through and 9 minutes (yes 9 looonnnngggg painfuuuullll minutes) of pushing our baby girl was here! We heard that sweet baby first cry and fell in love instantly.
7lbs 10 oz
5/31/13 at 2:29pm
Max giving Emma her first kiss.
Hey! There's my sister!
Emma and all her hair.
Seriously this makes my heart want to burst.
I want to hold it. (Max is getting better and saying her or Emma
now, and not just referring to her as "it")
All dressed to go home!!
Emma sporting her "hockey gloves".
These pictures are from my phone only. I still have pictures off Ian's phone that I need to get. There's going to be picture overload going on here...you've been warned. :)