Last pregnant picture!!!
So...
My due date (Friday Oct 2) came and went with no excitement.
The next day, Cameron and I decided to walk. A lot. We went to Fry's (his favorite store) and while he scoped out some ideas for a new computer, I walked around the store for two hours trying to bring on the contractions. I have to say, I was willing to do whatever it took to get this guy to come!
Come Sunday, I had come to the realization that this baby was going to come on his own terms, and he may not be coming before my family (who were flying in the next weekend). This had me almost in tears. Cameron's mom called me that day, and I told her in defeat that STILL nothing was happening. I called my parents like I always do on the weekends to give them the same report...nothing!
Then, in an answer to the prayer I had been saying every night...My water broke.
Around 2PM, I felt it happen, but wasn't positive that is what happened. So Cameron and I both showered and made sure we had everything in our bags and headed to the hospital fully expecting them to send me home, telling me I had just peed my pants. :)
Not the case!!! They admitted me at 5:30 Pm and we had the joy of calling back our families that we had JUST talked to hours before to tell them that He was finally coming!
I was only 2cm (which I had been for the previous two weeks) and the contractions didn't come regularly or very strong, so they decided to let me go overnight and then they would give me a boost with Pitocin if it didn't happen naturally. After a very long sleepless night, They started the Pitocin at 8am, and by 9 I was in active labor! They checked me again and I was still only 3 cm! I was in such pain by then, so they decided to give me the IV pain medication called Stadol to hold me over until I could get an epidural. Let me just say this: I HATE STADOL. As the nusre was injecting me, she stated "now, this will make you feel like you are very drunk...you'll still feel the pain, but you won't care." Whatever! I thought...Well, within a minute, I regretted my choice. I felt so out of control and I was seeing things, the room was blurry and would spin around...not any better than the pain! And I could still feel the pain! And I DID CARE!
They finally came in to give me my epidural which was I'm sure a riot to watch...a very pregnant stoned woman trying to take direction from the nurse...oh my. That epidural made my day!!! It felt glorious, and I was finally able to get a little sleep.
When I woke up, a few of my friends came to see me, and I began the throwing up stage of labor...I have wonderful timing. I sat myself up to make sure I didn't make a mess, and I felt great and was ready to visit. For a bit. No one told me I had to stay laying down with an epidural!!! Aparently, it is a very heavy drug, and it drained out of my spine in no time. I was back to horrible pain again! I called the nurse to get another dose, and she checked me while we waited. Well, I was 9cm! I guess my eyeballs fell out of my head when she told me, because Cameron got a good laugh.
They called my doctor, gave me another dose of the epidural, and set up for delivery. My best friend Mindy was still there, and I asked her to stay and help because I was too tired, and needed the extra encouragement she could bring.
By the time Dr Scates came in, the epidural hadn't worked. I cried and thought about asking him to come back later....I wasn't ready!!! But it was time.
An hour and a half later at 4:11pm, Miles David Stone entered the world, and Cameron looked at me and said "Oh my gosh!!! He's cute!". I couldn't have been happier or more tired, but after all of that I think it was all worth it!
Miles David Stone
Born Oct 5th
4:11pm
8lbs, 7oz
20.5in
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