August 1st:
August 1st. The date I had been repeating in my mind for nine long months. The date my life would change forever. The date I was to give birth and meet my baby girl. My due date. A term you become all too familiar with when pregnant; meaning you tell everyone that asks, and it's on repeat in your mind. Well, Hallelujah, that date had finally arrived! My logical self knew that chances of delivering on your due date was pretty slim, but my optimistic, cooler, preggy self figured my baby would be awesome and show up right on time. No fashionably late for this babe, HA! I went to the doctors that day expecting to hear I had progressed a bit more from the week before. The doctors office was like a second home, I was there all the time! But, this would be the time they'd say "See ya at the hospital! She's on her way!". No such luck. No progression, no baby on due date. *Sigh*
Now, I know it is very important for baby to stay cozy until full term (logical self thinking), but after waddling my humongous, water-filled self around all summer I was more than ready to pop. Like, strangers would give me the 'bless you' look ready to pop. Needless to say the ride home from the doc's was a bit somber. Looking back I feel so silly being so upset, but again, you do NOT think like a rational human being whilst pregnant. So, knowing the way to my heart my sweet hubby took me to eat. Food always helps. Especially if that food is Crown Burger. To. Die. Best meal yet.
That night I shot up in bed, looked at Eric and exclaimed 'I think I'm having a contraction!'. He would have thought this was exciting... if I hadn't said that every night for the past week. Hehe. However, they did progress and the pain got a lot worse. All I could think of was:
I have never been flooded with so many emotions at one time. It was completely overwhelming to know that my life would never be the same, mixed with the excitement of meeting lil boo, with a dash of nervousness of the pain to come. AKA I was freaking out. I kept looking at my little puppy, crying because this would rock his world. It's a good thing I married a very calm man.
Our plan of hypnobirthing pretty much went out the window once I felt the first couple of contractions. I ultimately decided to get the epidural, which made for a pretty smooth labor. We got to the hospital around 11:00 p.m. and really it just seemed like a waiting game. I could not sleep a wink, and to those mothers who can while laboring - hats off to you! Way too many emotions to sleep. Eric slept well, however, based on his loud snoring. At least the nurse got a kick out of it. Night slowly turned into day and I was moving along. Around noon, after several cherry popsicles, our doc gave us the okay to start pushing. It was just kind of like, okay... now we're pushing! The first few pushes I thought, "I can do this! Watch me push people!" and it went on... and on... and on (Big shout out to my home girl Mindy, our nurse. She was an amazing coach!). Finally, after two hours and after I didn't have an ounce of energy left, beautiful baby made her entrance at 2:17 p.m..
And in just one instant, my heart grew three sizes...
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