Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The long awaited story of how Zach arrived: I woke up Sunday morning about 4 am noticing that I was uncomfortable consistently every 15 minutes. I was so curious when contractions would pick up and what the real ones would actually feel like. I was induced with Max so the whole "going into labor" idea made me nervous, curious, anxious, etc. So by the time church rolled around about 1pm I was tired and ready for a nap. Max struggles with this time of church so he had actually just fallen asleep at 12:30 so we decided since I was still having consistent, yet not painful, contractions I would stay home and hopefully nap while Max slept too. Well, I didn't get my nap in because Max woke up at 1pm. He was so sad Daddy was a church and kept asking for the car toys in Nursery. So we went to church in time for Sunday School so I was able to help John teach my lesson. My mind was a little scattered as I talked/taught through more consistent contractions. I guess I should have been timing things but you know how the time goes slower when you watch the clock. By the end of church I was getting disappointed that I had basically been in early labor for 12 hours and things didn't really seem to be progressing. When we got home I was tired, uncomfortable and getting kind of irritated. I felt like I knew the baby would come within the next day or so but things were just going really slow. But nonetheless, I wanted to go get checked. So the babysitter came over, I gave way too many detailed instructions and kind of lingered around wondering if everything was ready. By the time we were getting into the car I was having to stop what I was doing through my contractions and I really remember the road being SO bumpy on the way to the hospital making me way more uncomfortable. I felt kind of silly walking into Labor and Delivery. What are you supposed to say? "Hi, I think I should be here now to have my baby. I know you might send me home and that's ok." So they weren't rushing to get me set up too quick. We checked in at 7:40pm. I think we called our parents at 8pm because when they finally checked me I was dilated to 8cm. I quickly asked if I could still have an epidural and they assured me that I had been through the worst of it (yeah right) and my baby would be here before I knew it. I surprisingly wasn't scared of the pain because I think I was just so surprised they were telling me we were going to be done soon. So by 8:20pm the on-call Dr., whom I had met the Wednesday before, was there and telling me to push. That was a learning experience. I actually felt like I was doing something as opposed to Max's delivery. 17 minutes of pushing and Zach arrived at 8:37pm. I couldn't believe I did it! It was such a different experience than Max's labor and delivery, have I already said that:) Likewise my recovery has been a breeze. I was up walking around the halls at 7am wishing we could go home. With Max I was terrified to leave the hospital on day 3 because I felt disabled. We left the hospital with Zach after 48 hours and had wonderful grandparents around to help for about a week and a half. Anything else I left out? We love our little guy and Max is even being a pretty good big brother.