Well, it's been a long time since I've had any time to blog because Waylon finally made his debut on January 28, 2010 at 1:48 pm and it's been a whirlwind ever since. It was a long road to get there, both during the pregnancy and the last hours before he got here. I don't have alot of time to blog these days, so I'm going to write about it all in a series of several blogs as I have time. Here's how the story of Waylon's birth begins...
Wednesday the 27th was the date that the 20 week sonogram said that we were projected to have our baby based on his size at the time. The day before we were joking around that we were 'supposed' to be having a baby the next day, but that he would likely not be here for another week or two if not more. That morning, I started showing signs that I would probably be going into labor soon [I'll leave out the specific details!] but there was no way to know if it would be hours or days away. I let Nick know what was going on and called the Dr's office just to make sure that there was nothing special I needed to do, and then went on about my business. I went and got a pedicure and then went home and rested the remainder of the day. I had some cramping here and there that afternoon, which I later realized were mild contractions. Later on, Nick brought home some dinner, we ate, and I had my first hard contraction at 9:15 pm. I knew it was the real deal because it was really painful and I couldn't walk or talk or do anything until it was over. I didn't have another one for an hour, and then they started coming regularly and closer together. At first they were not close enough together to be able to go to the hospital, so I told Nick to go ahead and go to bed and try to get some sleep before we had to go. I tried to sleep but couldn't because of all the contractions, so I just sat on the couch with a stopwatch, pad and pen and wrote down all of the contractions so I could see how long they were lasting and how often they were coming. Sometime after midnight I called him [I was in the living room] on his cell because I was having so many contractions and they were so painful that I was scared to move off the couch. He came into the living room and I told him that we should go ahead and go to the hospital. Luckily we had already packed our bags weeks ago and I had already given Nick's parents all of the stuff they would need to keep the dog, so Nick took the dog to his parent's house and when he came back we got our stuff and left for the hospital.
Although I was a bit afraid that they would tell me that I should go back home once we got there, we went ahead and went to the hospital because my contractions were 3 minutes apart and pretty painful. We got there at 1:30 a.m. and they put me in the triage section of the Labor and Delivery floor to check me out. They hooked me up to a monitor to keep track of our heartbeats and the contractions and checked my dilation. When I got there I was only at a 1, which did not warrant getting admitted, but based on how quickly and hard the contractions were, they felt sure that I'd be dilated enough in a few hours and kept me there. I was very uncomfortable and in a lot of pain, but they said that if they gave me any medication it would stop the contractions and I'd be sent home. We definitely didn't want that, so I stuck it out. We were the only ones in the triage unit and we just talked and did our best to get through all of the contractions for hours. Finally, at a little before 8 a.m. I was dilated to a 3 and was allowed to be admitted.
More to come soon...
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