One year ago today, my normal, everyday-since-29-weeks-contractions started coming closer together. They went from 6 minutes apart to 4 minutes apart between 6am and 8am. Kenneth called his boss and took the day off work (even though I said I was probably just having my normal contractions and that he should go to work still). And then an hour later, when the contractions were still coming at 4 or even 3 minutes apart, Kenneth convinced me that maybe I should call the doctor after all, that maybe I actually was in labor. They hurt, but not that bad. I was feeling good about this labor thing-- oh yeah, I can handle this.
And 21 hours later, I was finally admitted to the hospital-- which at the time, seemed like the biggest barrier between us and our baby. Being admitted meant I'd finally made some progress, and my body was finally starting to do its thing. Whoo hoo!
And, it meant an epidural. God bless epidurals and all the fine anesthesiologists of our great land who give them to laboring women.
It was still 12 hours after that before we saw these little toes...
and this little face...
... and became a family of 3 (4 if you count Juniper).
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Since having Xavier, I've decided birthdays aren't just about celebrating the person in question-- but also about the mom who did all the work to get that person here.
So,
GO ME! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY OF LABOR AND ATTEMPTING TO PUSH A BABY OUT FOR 3 HOURS BEFORE HAVING MAJOR SURGERY DAY TO ME!
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And yes, happy day-labor-started-with-you day to my boy. You did your part in that birthing-thing too. It must have been tough getting squeezed every 4 minutes for 37 hours, getting your head rammed against my pelvis bones for 3 hours, and then having to be pulled out of your happy little home inside me. Sorry about that, but you can't remember it anyway, so really, I don't feel too bad. :)
Can't wait to celebrate and call you a 1 year old big boy tomorrow. Dad and Mama love you to pieces.
1 comment:
I love this! Congratulations to you on not only surviving labor & surgery, but also on making it through the first year! X is too, too cute. When we move back to WA, we'll have to get the babies together for a play date.
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