And finally more then two years later here is the story of how he came to us:
11:45 p.m. Woke up to soaked underwear and bed, checked it out in the bathroom, and no I did not wet the bed (no pun intended). While gently shaking my hubbys shoulder, “Honey I think my water broke.” “Are you serious?”
1:00 a.m.ish Arrived at hospital.
7:00 a.m.ish My contractions were not as close together as my nurse wanted (even though for tenish minutes before I had had three really strong contractions, that weren’t measured because the monitor was flipped on my stomache. Wanting as natural a birth as possible I should have asked if we could wait a little longer before petocin was administered… but I didn’t) so she delivered the petocin drip.
10:30 a.m.ish The contractions were so painful and I felt like I was going to die, and the worst part? I was only half-way dialated. It had to get 5 times worse. I made the decision, I could not do this without the medication. Whenever I hear of or watch (like on TV) anyone not having an epidural I have a newfound respect for them. The nurse came in and told me I had to sit still as he admistered it, in between really short contrations. In between the blinding pain and trying to breathe, I had a milli-second thought of, “If I don’t hold completely still, am I going to be paralized?” But I tried to hold as still as I could, and then the millions of years that was probably two and a half minutes at most was finished. The pain lessened and then almost disappeared. A wonderful difference from 30 minutes ago.
12:45 p.m.ish I was dialated and it was moving into the pushing phase of labor. But my parents we about an hour or so out so I labored down, and just let the contractions of my uterous push my little man down. As long as we were both doing okay there was no problem with this.
2:00 p.m. My parents said they were just about to park the car. But that is also when his heartbeat started to drop a little and the nurse was like, okay I’m calling the doctor, we are going to start pushing. She had my hubby go down and look while I pushed and you could see the top of his head. He was totally surprised. “Oh my Gosh! He’s just right there!”
2:00-2:05 p.m. Lots of nurses came into the room and were getting things ready and my doctor was suiting up. As I was waiting to be told what to do, it was now really hard not to push, since I had done those 2 or 3 practice pushes. And finally my dad walked in, having driven all night from Seattle WA area to Idaho Falls ID. And he was like “Wheres mom? She must have stopped to use the restroom.” The nurse said, “All right dad give her a kiss and head out, we are having this baby!” Then my mom came in and I started pushing.
2:06 Because I really could not feel the contractions at all they told me when to push. In between each push I was laughing. It was a completely surreal experience to have been waiting my whole life for this child and then to be so close to having him in my arms.
2:21 He was born and immediately handed up to me and I held him skin to skin. The moment he was born I was completely overwhelmed with love, so much so that two years later I still can not fully describe the powerful emotions I felt that day that clung to me like a hug for the next six months. I said “It’s so nice to meet you,” while crying. My hubby was on my left and my mom on my right. And we just soaked him in.
Then after a minute our doctor had my Hubby cut the cord and they took Ayden over to get his measurements and to clean him up, while I also was cleaned up (I started to tear, and then recieved an episiotomy) and the placenta was born. Because I still had the epidural in my system I felt amazing and exclaimed that we should have 12 more kids and start working on it immediately. They brought him back to me all bundled up and soon thereafter we tried nursing, we both had to learn a thing or two, but we got the hang of it sooner or later. As the epidural wore off and the pain came to me in full force I decided that I could wait a little while longer before having our next child and that 12 was a ridiculous number of labor and births not to mention children.
The first few days were beautiful and exhausting and funny and sad as we started adjusting to this new little person in our lives. He truly has taught us the meaning of love and of life. We feel so blessed to be his parents.