Yesterday's picture was Bubba...
He really wanted to stick his face in the cake...so he did...
Boys.
*rolls eyes*
He had a great birthday.
I can't believe he is going to be six. (Real birthday is 2/28)
Do you know the percentage of woman whose water breaks in public? It's not very high.
Mine did. With both kids.
Buggy I was at work.
Bubba, I was at Lowes.
Here's what I remember.
We had just bought our house, we were shopping four days before my due date for tile and things to make improvements on our new home.
I felt fine. Large, but fine.
We were in the tile aisle I felt the need to pee. I made five trips to the bathroom in the short time we were there. Employee's faces started to look concerned. I am sure my look was of a woman who had to pee a lot.
By my last trip, I started thinking. Hmmm, could this be my water? With Buggy it was undeniably my water breaking. It made the noise and splattered everywhere.
TMI?
This was just a trickle. A constant trickle.
We decided that maybe we should have this checked out, after all the hospital was just across the street.
I remember standing outside while the Lowe's people loaded our truck with our home improvement purchases that they were moving pretty quickly. A woman approached me, she touched my belly and looked me straight in the eyes.
"God bless you."
Was all she said, but the look in her eyes was so full of love and warmth.
I must have had an "OH shit, I'm in labor look" on mine.
We arrived at the hospital around 11 am and sure enough, the amniotic sac had sprung a leak. I was admitted and monitored.
As with Buggy, I was contracting and didn't even know it. However the contractions weren't strong enough to make any labor progress so I was hooked up to that lovely pitocin drip.
HOLY SHIT. Things started happening...and I couldn't stand the pain any longer.
With Buggy, my first, I wanted to be all super mom, deliver without the epidural. I did have drugs with her, they were potent, but didn't help kill any of the pain. Seventeen hours of PAIN. With my second delivery I wasn't going to be so stupid. I WANTED that epidural.
By 4 centimeters, 8 pm, I was told I could have my happy meds if I so wished.
"UMMMM, YES PLEASE." I said through gritted teeth.
While the nurse went to call my doctor to get the epidural OK'd and to let her know my progress the pain came quick and hard.
I breathed, I stared at the ceiling, trying to not focus on how badly it hurt.
"I feel like pushing..." I said on my exhale. My mother-in-law pushed the call button and this is when all the shit (not literally, thank God, I hear it's pretty normal for woman to have a bowel movement on the table, but I did not. How embarrassing if I had though, just sayin) hit the fan.
This baby was coming and coming fast. There were nurses flittering in and out of the room all with panic covering their faces.
I breathed, I stared at the ceiling, hoping that SOMEONE would deliver this watermelon of a child.
A face pops into my line of staring, it was the nurse.
"DO NOT PUSH," she pleaded. "The doctor is not here yet!"
I breathed, I stared at the ceiling, cursing her in my mind, trying so hard to ignore the pushing urge.
"Call the ER doctor, this baby is not going to wait." I heard someone say.
People were in and out of the room, hubby's face was white and I am not sure where MIL was at this point.
What I
can tell you is that the ceiling was a drop ceiling with the pitted tiles, the florescent light was bright with a plastic cover that had star like holes in it.
A man, young, flew into the room next, the ER dr I concluded. A nurse was literally on the bed with me, her hands in my crotch holding my child in to avoid delivery.
The ER doctor's face was as pale as hubby's, he couldn't even get his gloves on without help from the nurses. As he was getting his gown tied he stepped over to the bed, the nurse removed herself from the perch she had taken over my body and *whoosh* baby was born.
He slide right out. I saw every hand fly up in the air, not celebratory like, but in a whoa, I'm not catching that; are you? Luckily the bed never was broken down to the delivery table and my newborn had a resting place to slide out onto.
Finally the ER dr decides he should probably be active in this delivery, he picked up my baby, and declared, "It's a BOY!"
Shouts were heard from the hallway, tears flew out of my eyes, nurses all congratulated us on our new baby boy. Just as they got the baby to the warming thingy for newborns my doctor finally arrives.
She looked like a beautiful angel walking into the room, but at that blissful moment of relief EVERYONE looked like an angel to me. I was no longer in pain, even the Bertha nurse that had practically sat on me to stop me from delivering was beautiful.
My doctor assessed my area for damage, delivered the placenta and we were all left to finally meet our baby.
8:20 pm, February 28th 2004 my son was born. 7lbs 14oz 21 inches long.
Total active labor, five hours and fifty minutes.
He was a peanut compared to his sister, but he was mine.
All boy and lovin it.
