February 29, 2008
So, I had been pretty miserable the last week I was pregnant. Ryder's shower was the 24th and I pretty much just sat the whole time because my whole body was so swollen.
I worked on Monday, came home and didn't even sit down. I told Braiden to get up, we are going to the mall. I thought if I walked a lot, maybe I would go into labor. Well, the more I walked the worse the contractions got. They were back to back no minutes in between. So Braiden decided we should probably go home, get ready for bed and then we'll sit down and start to time the contractions. I get all ready and sit in front of the tv and the second I relaxed, Ryder relaxed. This went on every day and night that whole week. I worked every day, and at work my mom kept asking, "Are you in labor, are you in labor?!!" I'm like, "I dunno????" I have never been in labor, so I was pretty clueless how all of this labor business worked. I didn't take any birthing classes...I just don't do that kind of thing, and I figure the baby is going to come whether I took the class or not.
Friday comes and it's my day off. I always made my doctor's appointments on Friday. Well the Friday before I saw the nurse practitioner because my doctor was on vacation and she said to probably not go anywhere too far away because I was dialated 3-4 centimeters. She was super rough and I bled a lot that day and had horrible cramps...but no baby. So, when I see my doctor this time, I tell her how miserable I've been and I asked her how I would know if I was in labor. She said that she knows I am not in labor because I was talking to her. My mom went with me to this appointment because she wanted the doctor to know the history of quick labor/deliveries in our family. So, she goes to do my exam and has the most confused look on her face. Stops, looks at my chart and goes for it again. She said, ok, do you mind having a Leap year baby, because you are 6 centimeters. Then, I got nervous, because I fully expected her to send me home disappointed and I would have to go another week until God knows what.
I go to the hospital around 10:30 and the hooked my up to the iv and gave me some pitocin to get regular contractions, doctor came over at 12:15 to break my water. After that the pain kicked into high gear and the contractions would not stop. Finally, at about 2pm or so and 8 cm dialated, I got my epidural...which is a gift from God by the way. I fell asleep and around quater to 4 I told the nurse I was feeling a huge load of pressure, he checked me and said I was 10 cm. So, at about 4:00 I started pushing and Ryder was born at 4:46pm! He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen!
So, I had been pretty miserable the last week I was pregnant. Ryder's shower was the 24th and I pretty much just sat the whole time because my whole body was so swollen.
I worked on Monday, came home and didn't even sit down. I told Braiden to get up, we are going to the mall. I thought if I walked a lot, maybe I would go into labor. Well, the more I walked the worse the contractions got. They were back to back no minutes in between. So Braiden decided we should probably go home, get ready for bed and then we'll sit down and start to time the contractions. I get all ready and sit in front of the tv and the second I relaxed, Ryder relaxed. This went on every day and night that whole week. I worked every day, and at work my mom kept asking, "Are you in labor, are you in labor?!!" I'm like, "I dunno????" I have never been in labor, so I was pretty clueless how all of this labor business worked. I didn't take any birthing classes...I just don't do that kind of thing, and I figure the baby is going to come whether I took the class or not.
Friday comes and it's my day off. I always made my doctor's appointments on Friday. Well the Friday before I saw the nurse practitioner because my doctor was on vacation and she said to probably not go anywhere too far away because I was dialated 3-4 centimeters. She was super rough and I bled a lot that day and had horrible cramps...but no baby. So, when I see my doctor this time, I tell her how miserable I've been and I asked her how I would know if I was in labor. She said that she knows I am not in labor because I was talking to her. My mom went with me to this appointment because she wanted the doctor to know the history of quick labor/deliveries in our family. So, she goes to do my exam and has the most confused look on her face. Stops, looks at my chart and goes for it again. She said, ok, do you mind having a Leap year baby, because you are 6 centimeters. Then, I got nervous, because I fully expected her to send me home disappointed and I would have to go another week until God knows what.
I go to the hospital around 10:30 and the hooked my up to the iv and gave me some pitocin to get regular contractions, doctor came over at 12:15 to break my water. After that the pain kicked into high gear and the contractions would not stop. Finally, at about 2pm or so and 8 cm dialated, I got my epidural...which is a gift from God by the way. I fell asleep and around quater to 4 I told the nurse I was feeling a huge load of pressure, he checked me and said I was 10 cm. So, at about 4:00 I started pushing and Ryder was born at 4:46pm! He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen!
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