I know the past couple of months have been crazy and I’ve been MIA but I’ve got a fun project I’ve been working on and I can’t wait to share with with everyone! I figured since my little Knox is turning 1 today I would recap on his birth story so I could have in case I ever forgot..(which I know I won’t because that was the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my entire life!) Get a drink ready because this is going to be a long one.
So I’ll start with this..my due date was March 13, 2016. When I had my 36 week checkup I was already dilated to 2cm so I had a feeling I would have him early, like I did oldest. Monday came and I had my 37 week checkup. I was 4 1/2 cm dilated and almost 50% effaced. I had no signs of labor so my doctor sent me home and we were certain that by Monday next week I would have the baby. I secretly was hoping that he would be born on that Monday because he would have been a Leap Year baby and I think that would have been fun!
Wednesday February 24 came and I had no idea or plans of having a baby that day. I had started a few days back having mild contractions but I never can tell what the difference between real labor contractions and braxton hicks contractions. I woke up like normal, Kellan and I had breakfast and hung around the house. We met my mom for lunch at the Steakhouse and I remember our waitress told me that I looked like I was going to have that baby today and I laughed and thought she was crazy. Kellan and I came home and both napped. I had made dinner and we got all of our stuff ready because we were so excited for Kellan to be in his first little BMX race.
Right before we had left I felt a really bad contraction. Again, I wasn’t sure it it was a BH contraction or a labor contraction but I just remember I looked at the clock just to make sure if I felt another one I could time it. We loaded in the car and were driving on our way to the BMX track. On the way there I had another contraction and another when we got there. So they were about 10 minutes apart. I remember during the national anthem I was having one and they were getting closer together. Kellan had finished racing and as we were walking back to the car I felt A LOT of pressure. I told Ethan that we needed to get home FAST because we were going to have a baby!! My mom always says I should have just went to the hospital from there but I wasn’t ready to go to the hospital and I wanted to go pick up my bags.
I raced home and one of my girlfriends came over. I ran a bath hoping this would help me feel better. I have to say, I swear the bath helped with the pain of the contractions. I felt pressure but it was nothing like the pressure I felt before or after the bath. An hour had passed and my contractions were about 4-5 minutes apart. They say to come in when they get this close and I was ready to get out of the bath and get dressed to go. The second I got out of the bath I was having contractions 1 minute apart! I was in so much pain I started crying!! I got dressed so fast and yelled to Ethan to lets go! My girlfriend stayed to watch Kellan until one of my grandparents could come and watch him. We were on the road to the hospital and I was seriously in so much pain it felt like I was in a dramatic movie. Ethan was driving like a grandpa and I feel bad because I screamed at him to drive faster! One of my birthing fears is that I wouldn’t make it to the hospital and I would have a baby on my own! So I NEEDED Ethan to get me there FAST!
Because it was 10:30 at night we had to go through the ER so Ethan dropped me off and I got out and told them I needed to go up to labor and delivery. It felt like they had taken their sweet time before someone came to get me. (They push you in a wheelchair upstairs to the L&D area) We got up there and they got me into a room and before I even put my gown on I told them I wanted an epidural right away. She said ok we’ll work on it because they have to call somebody in since it’s so late at night. I figured 30 minutes tops. I got all settled, the nurse checked me and said I was almost dilated to 8cm and she was surprised that I even walked in there. It was now almost 11:30pm I was in so much pain, I still hadn’t gotten an epidural yet, I asked when he was going to be here she said in probably an hour that they were going to call him in right now. I remember I started crying because I couldn’t believe they hadn’t even called him yet. I was feeling a ton of pressure and asked her if she needed to check me before she called. She said, “Yeah I’ll check you right now.” She checked me and when she did she said she accidentally broke my water and I was already dilated to a 10! I just remember her saying, “Sorry sweetie, looks like you’re not going to get an epidural.” I was so devastated because with Kellan I really didn’t want to have one but I was in so much pain because of the way he was positioned that I couldn’t have been in labor that 13 hours without one! So with this baby I was like I’m not against it if I need it and because they said I couldn’t I started crying…NO TEARS! haha My doctor was called in and I just kept repeating, “I can’t have this baby without an epidural!” (I’m not dramatic or anything) My doctor assured me many times that I WAS having this baby without one and it was too late to get one. I cried and cursed and screamed and I pushed 3 separate times and at 11:47pm they placed my little 6lb 9oz baby boy on my chest.
Happiest of Birthdays Baby Boy!