Rooster Booster Love

So, continued from the last blog... as my due date got ever closer, I was so antsy.  I had trouble concentrating at work or on anything really.  I started doing really weird things like laundry and dishes at 2:00 a.m.  From the beginning of my pregnancy, I knew that I did NOT want to be induced so that made the waiting agonizing.  Most everyone around me had a for sure due date for an induction or c-section.  I dont judge anyone for their birth choices, I just knew that I wanted to wait. 

On a side note, Scott and I sold our first house and closed on our new house and moved in 6 days before my due date.  I will never do that again!  Crazy!

So, on April 22nd (my actual due date), I was so irritated with still being pregnant.  I was at work and not feeling well.  I went down to the chiropractor to receive a pregnancy type adjustment to see if I could go into labor.  Every day, my bosses had become increasingly surprised with my presence in the office.  "Are you still here?" was a regular question.  :)  So, at about 3:00 p.m. on my due date, I decided I had had enough.  I told the receptionist, Brenda, that I was going home to take a nap and hopefully wake up in labor.  So, I drive home, go inside, let the dogs out, and go pee.  I stand up and my water breaks.  I couldnt believe the timing!  I thought for a minute that might not be what happened (stranger things have happened at 40 weeks pregnant).  But then it happened again.  So, I call my mom and she of course is so excited she heads right over.  To complicate things, Scott had thrown his back out the day before and was at the chiropractor when my water broke... and he did not take his phone!  So, luckily the chiro is in the same office building as my office so I called Brenda and told her to run down and tell the dr to go ahead and fix Scott but to send him right home afterwards because I was in labor!  So, I start gathering things around the house while I wait for my mom and Scott.  I had my bag packed but of course, I needed to add some things too it. 

Scott and my mom get to the house, and we head out.  Of course, I have made all the necessary phone calls at this point. We stop at QT for gas and I told Scott get me a big bag of Funyuns and the biggest Rooster Booster Freezoni they had to offer!  I knew I wasnt going to be able to eat once I was admitted so I need to have my last snack.  And, I LOVE Rooster Booster and hadnt had any while I was pregnant because of the caffeine so I was so excited!

So, we get to hospital about 5 pm.  I must make mention here that one of my long time BFFs, Pamela Joyce Callaghan, BEAT ME TO THE HOSPITAL.  It was so funny!  I was there when her first baby was born and she was there for me.  The entire ride to the hospital, my water continued to leak (I had no idea it would just keep doing this).  My mom kept panicking thinking I was in pain and I kept saying "no, its just more water.  So when I checked into the hospital, the nurse wanted me to sign all this stuff, I just motioned down to my now soaked jeans and she hurried the process somewhat. 

After I was hooked up to everything things began to intensify.  I think I started hurting by about 7.  I kicked most people out of the room by about 9 because I was in pain and they were getting on my nerves.  haha!  Too much talking and movement for me at that time.  It was becoming increasingly painful for the nurse to check me.  I had made it to 6 centimeters dialated, when my dr. came up to the hospital at about midnight.  She explained that she had been monitoring the contractions from home and thought I would have progressed fasted since the day before I was dialated to a 3, I was 40 weeks a long, and my water broke.  She  checked me again and said "You are a good 5."  WHAT?  TALK ABOUT THE WORST MOMENT OF MY LIFE! I wanted to slap her and say "uh no, the nurse said I am a 6 about 15 minutes ago so now I am an 8."  Also, when she checked me, she said that Harper's head had trapped some water underneath it and maybe that was what had slowed me down.  When removed her hand (sorry if TMI), the trapped water came with it.  And, let me tell you... before this, my pain was gradually increasing and I was definitely getting more uncomfortable.  But when the dr. finished checking me, my pain shot from a level 7 to a level 12 in 1 single contraction.  It was at that point that I lost control.  I really wanted to do it without an epidural but I couldnt even see straight.  I told Scott I wanted the epidural right then. I believe I said several cuss words and then the man of my dreams entered the room... the guy with the epidural.  I dont know what he looked like or what his name was but he sure put me out of my misery.  People ask me if the epidural hurt and I say Heck no!  After that I was very comfortable.  About 3:30, I was ready to push.  I had the absolute best nurses ever.  I pushed off and on for an hour and a half because they had to keep readjusting the monitors because sweet baby Harper did not want to stay on the monitor.  My mom, Scott, and Sara (Scott's mom) were in the delivery room.  It was an amazing experience.  Harper Elizabeth Cresswell was born on April 23, 2010 at 5:06 a.m. weighing 7 pounds 5 ounces and 21 1/2 inches long (according to the pediatrician 2 days later she was 19 inches long).  To be continued...