After realizing my lack of posts lately and also seeing that my old blog had over 10,000 views.. I decided that I wanted to get back to blogging. It's relaxing, releasing, rewarding, and all those other good "re" words.
I guess I will start with Liam's birth story. I will try my best to remember everything but it was almost 4 months ago and I definitely suffer from "Mommy Brain". All you Mom's know what I'm talking about. Right?
Okay first off my due date was Jan 3rd and I was waiting anxiously for this little guy to come. Every time I felt a contraction or anything weird I secretly crossed my fingers that I was going into labor. I was having steady contractions for about a month before my due date and had a couple of "false alarms" but on the 3rd they were so consistent and so strong that I thought for SURE I was going to have him. So we grabbed our bags, grabbed my Mom, and headed to the hospital. I was there for 4 hours contracting continually.. and then they sent me home. THOSE JERKS! They kept me there long enough that I thought "Hey! Today is the day!" Nope. 2 days later I had an appointment with my doctor. She pulled out this chart thing that I didn't understand.. and basically told me that she couldn't induce me until I was 41 weeks. The only reason I didn't slap her in the face was because she gave me an exact date to expect my little man and all I had to do was wait until that day and then I would be done.
Jan 9 - Paul and I decided to take advantage of our last day as a family of 2. We went to dinner, went shopping, and just had some quality "us" time. It was amazing and I highly recommend all couples that are expecting do something like that. We knew that the next morning we would be getting a call from the hospital letting us know when we could come in and that made it EXTREMELY difficult to sleep. In fact.. I didn't. We got the call at about 5 AM. So we grabbed the bags, got in the car, and we were on our way! I was shaking a bit and kept wishing I had peed before we left because the nerves were definitely hitting my bladder hard. We got to the hospital, I changed into my sexy gown, the doctor started the pitocin, and we just waited. and waited. and waited. and waited. I told my mom that she could just come whenever she woke up because I figured I would be waiting for awhile and I needed at least one person in the room with me that wasn't a total zombie. At that point Paul and I looked like we straight up walked out of our graves that morning and waiting for a baby makes it really hard to get sleep. So moving on from all this boring stuff... At about 1 pm they decided it was time to try and get the ball rolling so they attempted to break my water. Nope. The nurse couldn't get it. So they decided to wait longer because obviously my body just wasn't ready. Trust me MY BODY WAS FREAKING READY! I only felt that way because I was a total hippo wannabe and was sick of it. I had great doctors and even if I hated them at the time - I realize they were just doing what was best for me and the baby. So at about 3 they tried to break my water again and this time it broke on its on before they could even think of trying to to do it themselves. WOOOHOO. I politely thanked my body for finally cooperating. So apparently after your water breaks you should dilate a lot faster than before. Not me! I wasn't doing anything. Not cool. As I sat there watching Baby Mama (by myself because my two helpers thought it would be okay to sleep) I was wondering why the heck I was in the so much pain but not having a baby it seemed so easy for Amy Poehler. And then I realized - HEY! Epidural please! So a cute old doctor with cute little suspenders came in to give me the epidural. I was more terrified of that freaking needle than of actually having the baby. A pinch and a bee sting later and I was done. Not so bad. Note to self : always trust the man in the suspenders - hes nice. More waiting.. still not dilating.. starting to panic.. epidural not strong enough... kill me now. Thats basically how it went. The epidural was making everything numb but not helping ease the pain of the contractions. So the sweet man in the suspenders came back in and gave me a stronger dose. I finally got some relief and then heard the nurse say the words "C section". Panic once again. As my heart rate soared.. so did my little mans. They had me on oxygen to try and regulate my breathing and help the baby relax. After a bunch of "inhale, 2, 3, exhale, 2, 3" I started to get a little angry. This was me "OH NO SHE DIIIINNNT JUST SAY C SECTION, WHO DOES THIS MOUSY LITTLE GIRL THINK SHE IS! I WILL BUSSSSST A CAP GGGIIIRRRLL" Or... something like that. After my burst of anger I decided it was time to get a blessing. I had my mom call my grandpa and he called our bishop and they were on their way. At 10 pm those sweet men came in their pajamas to help me out. I was determined to not have a C section. After they left I immediately started to dilate.4, 5, 6, 7, oh my we are at 10! In just a couple hours I was finally ready to get this little guy out! The doctor came in told me what to do.. and 7 pushes later I had a beautiful baby boy. Those 18 hours were absolutely worth it. His gorgeous blonde hair. His long lanky body. His sweet little lips. His strong heartbeat. I can't even explain how wonderful it was to finally have him in my arms. That night was a blur. I had the nursery keep him for the night and bring him to me for feedings and he was a perfect little angel and I finally got some sleep. Little Liam had jaundice so we were in the hospital for 4 days. It was a hard 4 days but we made it! We got to take our sweet baby home and everything has been amazing ever since.
Well, there's the story. The longggg boring story. Now the fun begins!! I will try my best to update my blog as often as possible.
TIME FOR A PICTURE OVERLOAD!
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