1. My Mom was two weeks over due with me.
2. I was a giant headed 10lb 9oz baby.
3. I broke her tail bone.
4. She thinks of me every time she sits down (:
You're like, "Sabrina, how do you know all this? You were just a baby, you can't remember."
Weeeeeeeeell, I have heard the stories non-stop from everyone who was there, literally since I was born.
Now, with this in mind, I think we can safely say that I was a little bit...slightly...nervous. A tiny bit.
Baby Hamann was due March 8th (Saturday), but nothing exciting happened that weekend. So my doctor scheduled me for an induction for that Friday, the 14th.
I had very mixed feelings about going in to be induced. I did want to do it, I didn't want to do it.
I may have cried about it for hours (those hormones, man).
I wanted to go into labor naturally, especially for my first child.
But my fear of pushing out a giant baby really scared me.
I kept my induction scheduled and I felt very unsure of everything...
Until I got to the hospital.
We got there early morning on Friday.
I felt like a little kid full of excitement, holding my pillow like a portable hug as Chris and I sat down while the nurses checked us in.
Everyone seemed so calm, how can they be so calm?? Don't they know what is happening?
They walked us to our room, told us things (that I don't remember), then (my favorite part) taking off all my clothes and getting into that fabulous gown. Gosh, I felt like a princess in that thing! har har
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| That is a nervous soon-to-be Dad if I ever saw one! |
(Oh, PS I was already at 3 cm when I went in, but I had been like that for about 2 weeks.)
I was having contractions but not painful ones, and I got to 3.5 cm.
I was at 3.5 cm for a long while, when they decided to break my water since it wasn't breaking on its own.
They broke that, and that hurt. That was weird. So weird. Everything about having babies is just weird.
My contractions started getting stronger and more often. I thought, I may be able to do this naturally!
While I was on a trip back from the bathroom, a very painful contraction came. I stopped walking and said owowowow, and Chris was standing a little bit away and I had the sudden urge to murder him.
Really! I did!
He was going to walk over to me to help me out (because he is the sweetest), but I feared for his safety and told him (maybe yelled at him) to stay there. Because I really wanted to punch him in the mouth and kill him. The contraction stopped and I looked up at Chris with wide eyes, "I need that epidural now!"
I was only at 4 cm!
(Side note: I most likely won't induce again.)
I would say the hardest part about the labor was getting the epidural. But the nurses were right there helping me stay calm and relaxed and then it was over. I didn't get to see the needle, aaaand I didn't want to.
That drug though.
I became numb and I couldn't feel the painful contractions anymore, just wonderful pressure.
Wonderful, wonderful pressure.
And I looked at the ceiling.
And I looked at the walls.
And I looked at Chris.
Everything was wonderful.
I. felt. freaking. fantastic. I.F.F.F #ifff
As you can see below:
This is the boring part:
I napped.
Chris napped.
My Mom came, and she napped.
We all napped. We were just a bunch of happy nappers waiting for a baby.
Chris (left) and Mom (right)
The doctor said at the rate that I was going the baby probably was going to get here in the late morning/early afternoon (Sat. 15th).
I thought, Woohoo! All that sleep!
The nurse would come in every so often to check everything and that would wake me up, and I'd just go back to sleep.
AND THEN the nurse came in and looked at my monitors and quietly said while still staring at the computer, "It's time to push." and then rushed out of the room.
I was a little bit groggy from sleeping and my brain wasn't registering anything.
And then it started registering things.
What!? Where'd you go, you little nurse nurse?? You can't just leave me!
"Chris...Chris. Chris! Chris!!"
"Hm?"
"It's time to push. Wake up my Mom!"
The nurse came back and started doing weird things to my bed and foot things appeared where I could put my feet up. Then she pulled down a light from the ceiling. Where are all these things even coming from??
The nurse said to practice pushing until the doctor got there.
Um, I don't even know what that means, everybody.
I don't know how to practice push, I only know how to real push.
So I started to real push around 4:03AM.
So long, sleep! I will miss you terribly and never get you back.
The doctor arrived and said don't push.
These people are sending me mixed signals.
The doctor puts on her gloves or something and says, "Okay, start pushing whenever you feel a contraction."
Mixed signals, I tell you.
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Here is Part 2: The Delivery: "Push! Push! You're doing great!"!!
(Part 3: The Recovery: We did it!)
This post is already too long.
I love you all!
Sabrina
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