It was "practically perfect in every way.."
On Friday, April 29th, we went camping. Why we went camping when I was about to pop I do not know. Okay, okay... so I do know why. Chad insisted on going camping even though it was an HOUR further away from our hospital. After all, I was only pregnant; it still seemed out of this world that we would have a baby soon. Why not do the normal stuff we'd be doing anyway?
So we went camping in Clearwood (Yelm-ish area) on Friday night and we were planning on staying Saturday night as well. My father-in-law gave up his nice, large, comfy bed in the motor home the first night so it wouldn't be bad to sleep in it just one more night, right? After a nice day of fishing a weird glob of goo came out of me. "I lost my mucus plug," I thought. Then I took a nap.
Upon waking up from my nice nap an odd, childish argument took place... and I thank Chad and Clay for having this silly fight because this is perhaps what sent me into labor and what sent us home that night. After shouting, tears and a confused beagle and pregnant lady, we were locked out of the motor home and the sun was setting.
I passed the hint a few times that it would probably be better to go home than to figure out where to sleep. So we got in the car and headed home!
Let's keep this part short: We arrived home around 11 pm, we were all showered and ready for bed by midnight, I squirmed around in bed feeling antsy thinking about what my baby looked like and feeling kind of sick to my stomach until about 3 am, I got up and made myself a bagel and put a movie in, I heard a "pop!" sound inside of me, I walked into the bathroom... nothing. So I laid back in bed and watched some more of the movie, when I had a sudden urge to go potty (gross!), so I ran into the bathroom. As I stepped foot on the tile my waters went everywhere. I exclaimed "OH SHIT!", Chad came running in frantically asking what was the matter, I pointed to the wet floor, his eyes grew huge, he gave me a high five, he ran to pack the bags, and I sat on the toilet crying.
After he convinced me to get up I called the hospital, they said to take my time, I walked around crying, my mom came over, we did not take our time (good thing), and we got in the truck...
Around 5:25 am we arrived at the UW Medical Center. Not until THEN did my body start hurting. So that's what contractions feel like... I was told to lie on a stupid bed and the last thing I wanted to do was lie down, I was checked how far dilated I was (for the first time ever) by some doctor who said "about a 3... and I see hair!"... HAIR?! Yeah, that was more than a 3. Slowly but surely I was moved into the special room with a yoga ball, a jacuzzi tub, and all the lovely luxuries I was excited about. I bounced on the ball a bit, a stinky-breathed anesthesiologist came in and I was very rude to him as I told him I wanted nothing to do with him, I was checked again and was an 8 or something, and then I was asked if it felt like I could have a bowel movement. It did, so I said "yes".
"CALL HER MIDWIFE NOW!!!" Apparently when the feeling of needing to have a bowel movement occurs that means it's time to push. I didn't know that so I was just casual.
The midwife came in the room just in time... push, push, push... and then my perfect newborn baby was in my arms at 7:34 am. A perfect morning. I pulled my darling baby up to my chest (her color had already changed from purple to beautiful baby color) and she nursed within the first thirty minutes of life. After about an hour everyone was eager to know how big she was and they all wanted to hold her so I decided to let others hold my happy, healthy, beautiful girl.
So we went camping in Clearwood (Yelm-ish area) on Friday night and we were planning on staying Saturday night as well. My father-in-law gave up his nice, large, comfy bed in the motor home the first night so it wouldn't be bad to sleep in it just one more night, right? After a nice day of fishing a weird glob of goo came out of me. "I lost my mucus plug," I thought. Then I took a nap.
Upon waking up from my nice nap an odd, childish argument took place... and I thank Chad and Clay for having this silly fight because this is perhaps what sent me into labor and what sent us home that night. After shouting, tears and a confused beagle and pregnant lady, we were locked out of the motor home and the sun was setting.
I passed the hint a few times that it would probably be better to go home than to figure out where to sleep. So we got in the car and headed home!
Let's keep this part short: We arrived home around 11 pm, we were all showered and ready for bed by midnight, I squirmed around in bed feeling antsy thinking about what my baby looked like and feeling kind of sick to my stomach until about 3 am, I got up and made myself a bagel and put a movie in, I heard a "pop!" sound inside of me, I walked into the bathroom... nothing. So I laid back in bed and watched some more of the movie, when I had a sudden urge to go potty (gross!), so I ran into the bathroom. As I stepped foot on the tile my waters went everywhere. I exclaimed "OH SHIT!", Chad came running in frantically asking what was the matter, I pointed to the wet floor, his eyes grew huge, he gave me a high five, he ran to pack the bags, and I sat on the toilet crying.
After he convinced me to get up I called the hospital, they said to take my time, I walked around crying, my mom came over, we did not take our time (good thing), and we got in the truck...
Around 5:25 am we arrived at the UW Medical Center. Not until THEN did my body start hurting. So that's what contractions feel like... I was told to lie on a stupid bed and the last thing I wanted to do was lie down, I was checked how far dilated I was (for the first time ever) by some doctor who said "about a 3... and I see hair!"... HAIR?! Yeah, that was more than a 3. Slowly but surely I was moved into the special room with a yoga ball, a jacuzzi tub, and all the lovely luxuries I was excited about. I bounced on the ball a bit, a stinky-breathed anesthesiologist came in and I was very rude to him as I told him I wanted nothing to do with him, I was checked again and was an 8 or something, and then I was asked if it felt like I could have a bowel movement. It did, so I said "yes".
"CALL HER MIDWIFE NOW!!!" Apparently when the feeling of needing to have a bowel movement occurs that means it's time to push. I didn't know that so I was just casual.
The midwife came in the room just in time... push, push, push... and then my perfect newborn baby was in my arms at 7:34 am. A perfect morning. I pulled my darling baby up to my chest (her color had already changed from purple to beautiful baby color) and she nursed within the first thirty minutes of life. After about an hour everyone was eager to know how big she was and they all wanted to hold her so I decided to let others hold my happy, healthy, beautiful girl.
Born May 1, 2011 at 7:34 am
6 pounds 11 1/2 ounces
20 1/2 inches long
And there you have it... my "Mary Poppins" birth.
6 pounds 11 1/2 ounces
20 1/2 inches long
And there you have it... my "Mary Poppins" birth.
