At 2:30, I woke up with a painful contraction. I had been having contractions for weeks, but this one seemed different. I still didn't trust my intuition (mistake) and decided to wait until I had five of those painful contractions. It took a while. I have a weird high pain tolerance. I woke JD up, just in case, but told him that if we went in, we'd probably get sent home.
At about 3, I called Kelly (the official leg-holder) and told her my status, but also told her that I thought I was going to be sent home. She went back to sleep.
My contractions were five minutes apart, but I still hadn't experienced five painful ones. UNTIL.....about 3:30, contractions went from five minutes apart to .... no minutes apart. They were back to back and the pain was starting to increase.
I called Kelly back and she could tell by my voice that this was "it." She hopped into gear.
4:00am, we FINALLY made it into the car (I hadn't finished packing the hospital bag, I'm such a slacker). I suggested to JD that we call a police escort. I'm not sure he knew how serious I was.
We arrived at the hospital at about 4:20 (I definitely wasn't looking at a clock at this point). I was already feeling the urge to push....but kept my legs crossed, just in case. As if that would have really helped.
We pulled up to the ER door and I got out. That's when my water broke. The poor security guard coming off duty got the pleasure of rounding up a wheelchair to shove me in. I wanted to walk. I was SURE that the moment I sat down, we'd be having a baby. I wasn't exactly wrong. I sat in the chair and the poor man RAN me through the hospital as quickly as he could. I was telling him I needed to push. He gave me the stank eye (I'm guessing) as he begged me not to push. In the elevator, even against his wishes, I began to push. I mean really...ladies...those of you who have had a baby...when it's time to push, you can't just STOP...am I right?
As we ran into Labor and Delivery, I heard all the nurses scrambling as one proclaimed "we have a drive by!!!"
They rushed me into an open room as the nurses, anesthesiologist (who was laughing at me, by the way), and midwives set everything up for the delivery of Baby to Mother X. Security guard quickly disappeared. The poor guy wanted NOTHING to do with what was about to happen.
4:28(ish) the staff is ripping my clothes off, trying to get me in a gown, asking me my name and telling me to calm down. In between contractions, I was asking for drugs....which is why the anesthesiologist was giggling.
It was then that I realized JD wasn't in the room. Nor was Kelly . I was about to deliver this baby alone. I was 10cm and +2 station. If I hadn't already accepted it, it was then that I realized it was truly "go time." So much for being sent home.
Push one. Ring of Fire. But, not too bad...I can handle this.
Push two...JD "Kramered" into the room, trying to take pictures and see what he could do to help. I'm not sure he knew he was about to meet his second baby.
Push three...a little bit more pain... and "IT'S A BOY!"
Yep, the moment we were all waiting for.......and the nurse who wasn't supposed to open her mouth....got it wrong!
The midwife quickly corrected her and she exited stage left! Nothing else about this birth experience went as "planned," so why would that moment!?
So, no drugs, and three official pushes and our angel had arrived.
Kelly made it about the time Emerson was being weighed. She kept saying "if I hadn't taken that freakin' shower, I would have been here in time." Apparently, she was looking for our swagger van on the side of the road on the way in.
Emerson came into the world pretty silent, but alert. Her eyes were open when they gave her to me. I held her and was afraid because she wasn't crying. But that was just her way of showing me what type of newborn she was going to be. She has been amazing. In another post, I'll have to compare this experience (postpartum) compared to my experience with Lorelai. It's unreal how different they are!
It's amazing how blessed we feel. We tried so long to get pregnant with our girls and then they arrive and it's like life never existed without them. I'm just beyond thrilled at our life!!
I really wanted this post to be funnier...more entertaining...as we really felt the delivery was. But, I'm afraid I have fallen short.
There's something about having this baby in my arms and a three-year-old running around that makes the blog even less important than it was before! What is happening with me!? Are my priorities REALLY starting to fall in line!?
All is well here in the Huse household. Hopefully I'll upload the video soon of Lorelai and Emerson meeting for the first time. It was priceless!
I'll tell you what, though....I'm about done with Lorelai asking when the next baby in my belly is coming out. Yeah, yeah, yeah....I look like I still have yet to deliver my child. I lost ALL my baby weight from this pregnancy. Now to lose the weight from when I was pregnant with Lorelai. I'm a little behind that power curve.
She didn't know that I had Emerson.
Grandpa told her that I was at the hospital with a surprise for her.
Just a side note here....for those of you who don't believe me.
Same dress. Two Easters ago.
She really HAS been the same size (4T) since she was 10 months old!!!
Rob is one COMPETITIVE egg hunter!!! :-D