It's funny how life happens...

Well it's been a long time, blog. Last time we talked I was pregnant and just feeling bean kick. Now bean jumps on me and kicks me from the outside, talks up a storm.. and makes me melt as a mother.

On November 11, 2009 I went to my post dates ultrasound and biophysical profile. My doctor had told me that if my AFI (amniotic fluid index) was less than 7 he was going to keep me and induce me with cervidil overnight with pitocin in the morning. We packed bags (just in case) and went on our merry way. While watching the ultrasound I noticed it looked like baby was against all sides of the uterus with no fluid to be measured... but what do I know? ;) The tech continued to search all over and was able to find a measurable pocket between the baby's chin and chest. I joked when she finished and said "well, the magic number was 7, what was it?" and she answered "3". My heart sunk.. I knew we were heading to have a baby but even though overdue I couldn't help but feeling like it wasn't time.

Over to L&D we headed.. and had cervidil inserted. While it made me crampy it didn't cause any significant discomfort. We didn't tell anyone we were there because we didn't need the constant texting and questions from people at home waiting. We both got broken sleep and before cervidil I was a fingertip dilated.. but bean's head had been at a 0 station for months.

The next morning I was 1cm dilated, no big change at all. I had high hopes we would be able to break my water, and I'd be able to walk myself into labor but my doctor wasn't so sure (and he's the doctor I hired and I trusted his judgement). They started pitocin and from my own knowledge as a labor and delivery nurse (oh wait, did I miss that part?? I got a full time L&D position, we built a brand new house, and everything was wonderful!) I had thought I needed to be 3cm to get an epidural so that's what I was aiming for. At some point, I decided to get into the tub and it was the best idea ever. I stayed there for a few hours.. breathing through contractions. They got significantly worse and my nurse came in to increase the dose and I asked her not to. Mandy and I had gone to nursing school together and I'd known her for quite some time. I told her that if she turned it up (It was already at 20!) that I'd lose all ability to cope and I'd be no good to anyone. I also asked her to let anesthesia know I wanted an epidural. I got out of the tub, and once the water dropped below my belly it was like all hell broke lose. I was crying, wailing, moaning. It was pretty awful.... but for some reason between contractions I thought showering would be a great idea. So off I went into the shower and I'm shampooing my hair and BAM.. another one hit. I was hanging from the shower doors like a gorilla, moaning and crying. Back to bed I went and anesthesia came in to do my epidural. My doctor came in to check on me and I told him we couldn't be friends anymore.. and asked why he let me do this. LOL. Side note, Chris said he waited all 10cm for me to tell him I hated him and it was all his fault.

So, epidural in (and ridiculously dense.. I ended up having anesthesia turn the pump down twice because I couldn't even feel my chin at first), my doc came in and checked me. 3cm. REALLY?! all that.. and only 3cm? He broke my water.. or lack thereof. I looked down and it was barely a puddle. Oh well, that's why I was here anyway! So about 45 minutes later Mandy (my labor nurse) was in my room and I looked at her and said "This kid is doing something in there.. it feels weird". She looked at me and shook her head like I was crazy. So I waited through another contraction and told her "I think it's turning it's head".. she said "Don't be THAT nurse". Hahahahahaha. I knew EXACTLY what she meant, but told her I wasn't joking. So she said she'd check me to make me feel better................................... Complete. NO cervix, 10cm. She just blinked at me. I went from 3-10cm in 45 minutes.

She told me pushing would likely take a while since it was my first and I had been so numb and still had dead legs. She asked me to give a push, then told me to stop and put the call light on and asked for the doctor and a table. YAY!

10 minutes later I became a mother to the most beautiful child in the world. I quickly asked "well?? boy or girl?" but everyone was too busy admiring how adorable the baby was. Finally Chris looked at me and said ..........................................


"It's a boy... we have a son." with tears in his eyes. It was the most beautiful moment of my life thus far.

Owen Robert was born November 12, 2009 @ 4:41pm.

He is now coming up quickly on his 2nd birthday.. although I'm not sure how that happened because I feel like just yesterday I was nursing him in the hospital bed.

On my first mother's day (May 2010) Chris asked me to marry him and now we have a wedding planned for June 2, 2012. It really is funny how life happens. I am truly blessed.