The Birth Story.

Three weeks ago tonight my water broke in the middle of the night and we rushed to the hospital. Just like in the movies...sort of. 

Last belly picture. 

That day was just like any other day. I had been having contractions on and off for the past few days but still no baby. It was terrible. That Friday I was having even less than before and I was sure I was going to be pregnant forever. I waited for Tyson to get home from work so I could complain about how tired I was and how much I hurt everywhere and how I just wanted this to be over. (I was really pleasant to be around the last month of my pregnancy) We headed out to go get something to eat as our 'last meal together' even though we had been having our 'last meal together' the past 4 weekends in a row now. 

It was a weird time in both our lives because we were just playing the waiting game. And I felt like we had been playing it FOREVER. 

We headed back home that night early because we were both exhausted, and we watched some netflix. Tyson fell asleep in about .2 seconds like always and my insomniac pregnant body wouldn't let me sleep. 

It was about 2:45 am and I all of a sudden started feeling super super sick like I was about to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and waited and nothing happened..I started to feel better after a few minutes so I went and laid back down. 5 minutes later it happened again..so I ran to the bathroom again. I didn't think these were contractions because I had been having them for the past few days almost constantly, these were different. The pain went away after a few minutes again and I sat down to go pee and then was planning on going back to bed. 

Well, when I sat down I noticed I was.......dripping?? I didn't think I was peeing? So I sat there longer and waited to see if more came out. Sure enough it did. I grabbed a towel and stuck it in between my legs and went to wake Tyson up. He eventually woke up after being poked multiple times and I said 'umm...I think my water broke?' He didn't believe me at first because I had been telling him I was going to wake him up in the middle of the night and pretend I was going into labor. He finally realized I wasn't joking and we started getting our last minute things packed in our bags. By this time (10 minutes after my first contraction) the contractions were getting super strong and painful. We were out the door in a few minutes on our way to the hospital. That's when the panic set in for me. I was about to PUSH OUT A BABY. OUR BABY. I didn't know how? I didn't know what I was doing at all. 

We got to the hospital around 3:30 and I got sent up to labor and delivery triage. I changed into a gown and they hooked me up to the monitors. My contractions were about 2 minutes apart at that point and I was hurting. I wanted the epidural NOW. They checked me and I was only at a 3. I was hoping for more because I didn't want a long labor, but atleast they were keeping me because my water had broke. I soon got admitted and set up in my room.

 I was GBS positive which meant I needed to get antibiotics while I was in labor before I could deliver. My nurse was telling Tyson that for first time moms they usually progress about a cm an hour and that she should be here by noon! I got my epidural at about 5:30 and boy did that save me. I don't know how people give birth without it. We waited for a little while longer attempting to get some rest (yeah right, we were about to be parents) and at about 7:30 they checked me again and I was already at an 8?! Uhh..I thought this whole thing was supposed to take longer? My nurse wanted me to finish my second dose of antibiotics before I could start pushing and I wasn't even done with my first. An hour later she checked me and I was at a 10 and ready to go. She started the second dose of antibiotics and told me as soon as it's gone we were going to have this baby! Ahhhhh by about 9:15 I started pushing and at 9:47 little Ella was brought into this world. They immediately put her on my chest and started cleaning her off. She was mine! She was ours! This little thing that had been growing inside of me and kicking me for the last 9 months was now real! It was the most surreal feeling that I can't even describe. 

Tysons first time changing her diaper. 

Our hospital stay was amazing and I loved all the nurses and doctors that I saw. Everyone was so helpful and nice and we even stayed an extra night because it was so nice being taken care of! Ella passed all her newborn tests and screening and was as healthy as can be. She weighed 7 lbs 11 oz and was 20 in long. Perfect little baby. We couldn't be more happy and excited and in love with her. :) 

Our baby. :)

Oh my gosh.

When I first got pregnant and even before I had this plan to blog all the time about my pregnancy and take all these cute belly pictures and blah bah blah. Well now that I am almost 7 months into creating a human with pretty much nothing to show for it I figure I should document SOMETHING. So where to start...

September 22nd. We found out we were going to be parents. It was a day full of laughter, tears, and excitement. I took a test that day not expecting it to be positive because of how early it was but oh was it positive. But it had to be a false positive right? So I took another one. Positive. Another false positive I assumed. Well over the course of the next few weeks I must have taken over 15 tests. I couldn't wrap my head around it! It was so surreal. Its not like we didn't want this or like it was some big surprise, it just didn't feel real!

 

 

As the weeks went on I expected to be getting sick. Week 6 nothing. 7..8..9..10.. I must be in the clear. HA. I could only be so lucky. Week 11. It all began. My sense of smell was out of control. I could smell things better than dogs. I'm sure of it. EVERYTHING smelled disgusting or weird. Including my poor husband. Every time I opened our pantry door I would throw up without a doubt within 2 minutes. I lived off of wheat thins and light blue Gatorade for a few months. It was a lovely few months but thankfully it passed. :)

 

I feel like I have been relatively emotionally stable so far. Tyson was terrified I was going to turn into a crazy monster once this baby started growing inside of me. There have been a few TINY moments where I may or may not have overreacted but Tyson always seems to understand.

 

He understands when I would make him sit on the other couch because he smelled funny.

 

He understands when I would refuse to take my prenatal vitamins so he would take them with me.

 

He understands when I ask him to get up and get me food because I am just TOO TIRED to do it. even though I have been laying on the couch all day while he was at work.

He understands when I don't feel like loving him as much that day so he loves me enough for the both of us.

He understands when I use the excuse "I can't, I'm making a human." everyday.

 

He understands when I make him go to the store to get something I NEED and by the time he gets back I refuse to eat it.

 

Needless to say I am more than thankful that I have him in my life to take care of me and love me.

14 weeks

19 & 20 weeks

22 weeks

 

23 weeks

26 weeks

 



Now being 27 weeks this process has gone by so fast but so slow at the same time. Sleeping is getting uncomfortable, my back pain is something I could live without, my exhaustion is only getting worse but in 3 more months and we will have a little baby girl here! We could not be more excited or more grateful for this baby and that I have had a healthy pregnancy so far. I know we are in for a big change but it couldn't be a better one. We are so excited to figure out this whole parenting thing together and to start our new journey as a little family! 

93 more days!