I told you that I would jinx myself by writing a sleeping through the night post.
Monkey went to bed at 7:30pm last night and woke up hungry at 4am. I sat him on his newborn lounger and went into the kitchen to make a bottle.
As I made the bottle, my eyes glanced at the clock on the microwave & I was taken back exactly to 12 weeks ago.
Waking up at 4am to find that my panties & shorts were soaked.
Waking up Tarzan to tell him.
T. asking me if I was sure that it was amniotic fluid or urine.
Calling the doctor & getting told to go to the hospital.
Having a freak out moment & thinking I’m not ready for this yet.
Packing up the car.
Thinking I need more time.
Driving to the hospital at 5am behind a slow driver in the HOV lane.
T. freaking out at the slow car & flashing his lights, putting on the hazards, anything to get the car to pull over & let us pass.
Feeling contractions & disliking them very much.
Trying to stop from thinking that I’m not ready… There was no going back.
Checking in at labor and delivery in the hospital smiling.
Not smiling when I met my private nurse, Rose.
Battling over whether or not to get epidural early. I was only at 2cm.
The initial “pain” of the stab of the epidural.
Ahhh, pure loveliness.
Being with my parents, best friend, & Tarzan.
Sudden lightning storm outside when it hadn’t rained in forever.
Thank you baby for not hurting your momma.
Not progressing too much.
Progressing from 6cm to 10cm justlikethat.
It’s time to push.
Oh shit.
What if I poop on the table?
I should have been worried about spraying urine on my husband & Rose instead.
Pushing sucks.
I’m gonna throw up.
I need a wet rag on my forehead.
Everyone sees the head.
I’m over this pushing stuff.
OB arrives & starts knitting.
I tell Rose, the nurse, that she is in fact cheating on her counting.
I keep on pushing.
A mirror is brought in.
Surprisingly I look at the mirror & am quite amazed at what is going on.
Epidurals are lovely.
I’m watching my OB stretch my vag in a big circle, all while not feeling a thing.
70 minutes later I’m holding my son.
He’s looking up at me with big, alert eyes & I melt.
Tarzan keeps saying, “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.”
I throw up.
I’m crying. T. is crying.
It’s official: We are parents.
Wow, am I ready for this?
He is a really cute little guy.
I’m in love.
I breastfeed for the first time.
Then I’m given anti-vomit medicine in my IV & I pass out until the next morning.
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Great descriptions.
I wish I could have passed out until the day after. The hospital staff kept bugging me every hour for one thing or another. The sleep deprivation made me so sick.
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