This could be a long and drawn out post. But, those tend to get boring to read, so I decided to keep it short and snappy.
I remember…
Waking up at 1:45am on November 8th with cramps and thinking “This is it”
Laboring at home for a total of 14 hours until the pain was so intense that I was getting ticked off at everyone and everything around me, so I knew it was time to go to the hospital.
Spending only 20 minutes waiting to be admitted, but it feeling like 2 hours with way too many contractions during that time.
Feeling hopeless when they told me I was only 2 cm dialated.
Feeling relieved when the Doctor told the nurse to admit me.
Feeling like a failure and trying to hold back the tears when I knew I wanted to get the epidural, which was completely against my thinking during the entire pregnancy leading up to that minute.
Talking it over with Rob and feeling relieved when he told me it was okay to get an epidural.
Feeling amazing once the epidural kicked in.
Trying to sleep for a couple of hours, but failing to do so due to my excitement and the number of nurses and doctors that came and went.
The nurse checking me and telling me that it was time to push.
Thinking that it was way too calm in the room whenever I was pushing. No one was freaking out or screaming. We were able to have conversations inbetween pushing.
Having a very dry mouth.
After 45 minutes of pushing, suddenly the doctor said “oh, he’s peeing…” and then the doctor putting Silas on me.
Thinking that Silas looked way better than I had imagined – not covered in goo and slime.
Thinking “This is my baby” and “Those 45 minutes flew by”
Watching Rob hold Silas for the first time.
The nurse and doctor making comments about how well I was doing for having just pushed a baby out.
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