I know, I know, I haven't blogged in years (it feels like)
But I think a story time is a good way to kick off again!
Anton is a month and a half now and he's the bomb.
We are all completely in love with him.
It's March 1st, and I'm super pregnant (41 weeks 2 days) and
totally done being pregnant.
Like, nobody should be pregnant this long.
That morning I was having some super uncomfortable "gas bubbles"
that couldn't escape,
but I was like, "They gotta get out some time..."
(Little did I know, these were early contractions)
And didn't think twice about it.
I went on with my day with Rini.
Since I was induced with Rini (read up on Rini's birth story here),
I had no idea what going into labor naturally felt like.
(apparently I think it feels like painful gas bubbles,
but a lot of mommy's compare it to painful period cramps. Tomato, Tomotoe)
So around 2 pm Chris gets home from work.
I told him I've been having really painful gas bubbles,
and joked that I could be in labor (which I was, but apparently have a high pain tolerance.)
Skip to 10 pm that night and I'm trying to fall asleep, hoping to sleep off these pains which have gotten worse.
But every time I started to dose, the pain would come back!
After about an hour of not being able to fall asleep,
I sat up (as quickly as an over due pregnant lady can)
and it suddenly dawned on me.
I. was in. labor.
I could still walk through the contractions,
so I wasn't in a hurry to get to the hospital.
I started to rush around the house making sure everything was ready to go.
Around 1:30 am Chris got up to get ready for work and I told him I was in labor, but not to worry about it because I'll probably be like this for hours.
He went off to work, and I laid down to try and get as much rest as possible.
But these darn contractions started to get incredibly uncomfortable,
and I didn't like it. An epidural started to sound veeeery nice.
I called Chris about 40 minutes after he got to work
and told him we should totally go to the hospital.
So if he could please teleport home, that'd be greaat.
I called his mom, Marcia, (she was expecting a call like this at ANY time) and asked if she could come over and keep an eye on Rini.
Chris was home in about 10 minutes, but it felt like an hour.
We packed up the car, Marcia arrived and we were off!
I have to give an honorable mention to the giant fat stupid semi truck who decided to go 10 miles an hour in front of a pregnant lady in labor at 3 in the morning.
I know he didn't know I was in labor, but still.
We get to the hospital and I tell Chris to just park in the garage (instead of going to the front of the ER), because I could totally just walk from there, no big deal.
I completely regret this decision.
Because it was so early in the morning,
a lot of the main entrances were locked, so we had to go around and find a random open door.
We find an open door and realize that we're a little lost and have no idea how to get to the L&D.
We ask a janitor for directions.
(while I tried to act normal, like nothing is going on, but I feel like he caught on because I was clearly pregnant and we asked him how to get to L&D...)
We were literally on the other side of the planet.
We had to go down so many halls on the longest journey of my life.
And I kept thinking, "Next time, we go through the ER entrance..." which is significantly closer to L&D.
We get to L&D and they are taking FOREEEVER to check us in.
First, they take me to a pre-labor room just to make sure they don't need to send me home.
After pushing all these buttons on her computer the nurse was like, "Oh! If I'd known you were 41w 2d, I would've put you straight in your room!"
That's nice. We're past that now.
The nurse goes through all these questions and just keeps typing away.
click click click click click click
click click click click click
Her favorite time to ask me a question was when I was having a contraction (which were getting a lot more painful)
Like, hiiii, where's my epidural?
She checked me and I was dilated to 6 cm.
We'll skip ahead to when I get the epidural, that's my favorite part (:(:(:(:(:
We get to our room and we have to sign some paper work.
Every time a contraction came, I'd tell Chris "No no no no, I don't like these. I don't like these."
The anesthesiologist finally arrives (love him, he's my bff), and gets me all situated (it's been about 2 hours since I arrived at the hospital.)
FINALLY.
I personally think the IV they stick in your arm is way worse than the epidural needle stab.
I literally started giggling with relief. I couldn't even control myself.
Which apparently was contagious because the nurses started to laugh too.
One of them commented, "You're funny!"
Thank you, thank you very much, I'll be here for a few hours.
I could feel the contractions but it was just glorious pressure.
The nurse checked me soon after the epidural and I was at 8 cm.
That's waaay to close for comfort (haha, comfort...)
Then we
napped.
Many hours later;
I felt like the baby's head was ready to come out,
I could feel the pressure getting lower are lower in my belly.
I told the nurse I thought it was time to push.
She checked me and I was at 10 cm, but his head wasn't low enough yet
AND
my water had not broken.
She said let's wait an hour and see what happens, and I agreed.
More rest for me and Chris (;
We waited an hour, my water had not popped yet, but he was ready to come out.
I woke up Chris and he was by my side, holding my hand.
The nurse said lets do some practice pushes (which really don't make any sense to me), so I pulled my numb knees to my nose and pushed with a contraction.
She said, "Okay, okay, stop, he's coming. You're a really good pusher!"
Thank you....?
So the whole TV crew (doctors and nurses) came in and geared up.
I started to push again, and my water finally broke.
More like...exploded.
It went everywhere (even got on the doctors pants, oops, haha)
I pushed for about 6 whole minutes and he was out.
Our precious little boy.
Anton David Hamann
March 2nd
22 1/2 inches and 8 lbs
The little grumpy alien, haha. ^^^^
The end!
We got out of the hospital as soon as we could, we just wanted to go home and cuddle with our family. Which is funny because with Rini I never wanted to leave the hospital.
The thing I take away from all of this (besides a baby) is that I'm not a screamer!
You know in the movies the pregnant women are having contractions and screaming and yelling.
I'm more of a grin-and-bear it kinda gal.
But honey, if you're having a baby and need to scream and yell, DO IT.
You do you!
My favorite men in the whole entire world ^^^
I love you all, thanks for reading!
Anton is a month and a half now and he's the bomb.
We are all completely in love with him.
Alright, let's get to the story!
It's March 1st, and I'm super pregnant (41 weeks 2 days) and
totally done being pregnant.
Like, nobody should be pregnant this long.
That morning I was having some super uncomfortable "gas bubbles"
that couldn't escape,
but I was like, "They gotta get out some time..."
(Little did I know, these were early contractions)
And didn't think twice about it.
I went on with my day with Rini.
Since I was induced with Rini (read up on Rini's birth story here),
I had no idea what going into labor naturally felt like.
(apparently I think it feels like painful gas bubbles,
but a lot of mommy's compare it to painful period cramps. Tomato, Tomotoe)
So around 2 pm Chris gets home from work.
I told him I've been having really painful gas bubbles,
and joked that I could be in labor (which I was, but apparently have a high pain tolerance.)
Skip to 10 pm that night and I'm trying to fall asleep, hoping to sleep off these pains which have gotten worse.
But every time I started to dose, the pain would come back!
After about an hour of not being able to fall asleep,
I sat up (as quickly as an over due pregnant lady can)
and it suddenly dawned on me.
I. was in. labor.
I could still walk through the contractions,
so I wasn't in a hurry to get to the hospital.
I started to rush around the house making sure everything was ready to go.
Around 1:30 am Chris got up to get ready for work and I told him I was in labor, but not to worry about it because I'll probably be like this for hours.
He went off to work, and I laid down to try and get as much rest as possible.
But these darn contractions started to get incredibly uncomfortable,
and I didn't like it. An epidural started to sound veeeery nice.
I called Chris about 40 minutes after he got to work
and told him we should totally go to the hospital.
So if he could please teleport home, that'd be greaat.
I called his mom, Marcia, (she was expecting a call like this at ANY time) and asked if she could come over and keep an eye on Rini.
Chris was home in about 10 minutes, but it felt like an hour.
We packed up the car, Marcia arrived and we were off!
I have to give an honorable mention to the giant fat stupid semi truck who decided to go 10 miles an hour in front of a pregnant lady in labor at 3 in the morning.
I know he didn't know I was in labor, but still.
We get to the hospital and I tell Chris to just park in the garage (instead of going to the front of the ER), because I could totally just walk from there, no big deal.
I completely regret this decision.
Because it was so early in the morning,
a lot of the main entrances were locked, so we had to go around and find a random open door.
We find an open door and realize that we're a little lost and have no idea how to get to the L&D.
We ask a janitor for directions.
(while I tried to act normal, like nothing is going on, but I feel like he caught on because I was clearly pregnant and we asked him how to get to L&D...)
We were literally on the other side of the planet.
We had to go down so many halls on the longest journey of my life.
And I kept thinking, "Next time, we go through the ER entrance..." which is significantly closer to L&D.
We get to L&D and they are taking FOREEEVER to check us in.
First, they take me to a pre-labor room just to make sure they don't need to send me home.
After pushing all these buttons on her computer the nurse was like, "Oh! If I'd known you were 41w 2d, I would've put you straight in your room!"
That's nice. We're past that now.
The nurse goes through all these questions and just keeps typing away.
click click click click click click
click click click click click
Her favorite time to ask me a question was when I was having a contraction (which were getting a lot more painful)
Like, hiiii, where's my epidural?
She checked me and I was dilated to 6 cm.
We'll skip ahead to when I get the epidural, that's my favorite part (:(:(:(:(:
We get to our room and we have to sign some paper work.
Every time a contraction came, I'd tell Chris "No no no no, I don't like these. I don't like these."
The anesthesiologist finally arrives (love him, he's my bff), and gets me all situated (it's been about 2 hours since I arrived at the hospital.)
FINALLY.
I personally think the IV they stick in your arm is way worse than the epidural needle stab.
I literally started giggling with relief. I couldn't even control myself.
Which apparently was contagious because the nurses started to laugh too.
One of them commented, "You're funny!"
Thank you, thank you very much, I'll be here for a few hours.
I could feel the contractions but it was just glorious pressure.
The nurse checked me soon after the epidural and I was at 8 cm.
That's waaay to close for comfort (haha, comfort...)
Then we
napped.
Many hours later;
I felt like the baby's head was ready to come out,
I could feel the pressure getting lower are lower in my belly.
I told the nurse I thought it was time to push.
She checked me and I was at 10 cm, but his head wasn't low enough yet
AND
my water had not broken.
She said let's wait an hour and see what happens, and I agreed.
More rest for me and Chris (;
We waited an hour, my water had not popped yet, but he was ready to come out.
I woke up Chris and he was by my side, holding my hand.
The nurse said lets do some practice pushes (which really don't make any sense to me), so I pulled my numb knees to my nose and pushed with a contraction.
She said, "Okay, okay, stop, he's coming. You're a really good pusher!"
Thank you....?
So the whole TV crew (doctors and nurses) came in and geared up.
I started to push again, and my water finally broke.
More like...exploded.
It went everywhere (even got on the doctors pants, oops, haha)
I pushed for about 6 whole minutes and he was out.
Our precious little boy.
Anton David Hamann
March 2nd
22 1/2 inches and 8 lbs
The end!
We got out of the hospital as soon as we could, we just wanted to go home and cuddle with our family. Which is funny because with Rini I never wanted to leave the hospital.
The thing I take away from all of this (besides a baby) is that I'm not a screamer!
You know in the movies the pregnant women are having contractions and screaming and yelling.
I'm more of a grin-and-bear it kinda gal.
But honey, if you're having a baby and need to scream and yell, DO IT.
You do you!
This little guy can wiggle and dance out of any burrito^^^^
no matter how snugly wrapped up he is!
I love you all, thanks for reading!
Sabrina
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