Christian Momma

At 3:30 am…8 years ago, I woke up to go to the bathroom, then realized I was having contractions.  They weren’t bad or anything and I have been having Braxton Hicks for months, so I figured it was more ofthe same!

I sat on the rocker for a little while (my mom was visiting us, she had flown out to CO a week prior hoping to be there when I went into labor).  Mom woke up and asked me if I was in labor, I told her I wasn’t sure, that they really didn’t hurt.  She decided to time them.  They were coming at a steady 7 minutes apart.

Around 6 am, I woke Kevin up to let him know that my contractions were 7 minutes apart and weren’t going away.  He called work and left a message for them and laid back down for a little while before getting himself into the shower.  At this time, my mom decided that she was going to jump into the shower so that she would be ready to go when the time came.

I called the doctor at 8 am to let her know that I thought I might be in labor.  The doctor called back and asked me what number baby I was having.  After telling her that it was my second, she informed me that I should get my butt to the hospital.

Now, if you read how long I was in labor with Michael, you would know that I was in the mindset that I was going to be in labor for quite sometime and that I would be sent home from the hospital more than once.

After getting off the phone with the doctor, I decided I would take a shower…after all, I needed to shave my legs!  I ended up having 4 contractions in the shower while shaving…I knew right then that it was time to go!

Off to the hospital we went.  The trip there took us a whole wopping 5 minutes…we lived close to the hospital.

We walk onto the labor and delivery floor (9 am) and the nursing staff looks at me and asks “Can I help you?” I told them that I was in labor…and the looks on their faces, I thought for sure that as soon as they checked me that we would be heading back home.

After being checked and told “You’re 6 cm and your bag is buldging”, I figured it was time to settle into the fact that I wasn’t leaving the hospital anytime soon. I think this fact threw all of us for a loop…including the nurse, she said it like she was so surprised!  We got all settled in, an epidural, and Michael was taken to a friend’s house (he wasn’t doing too well at the hospital, and my mom wanted I wanted my mom to be in the room with me).

My labor pains weren’t “strong” enough, so I was given some piticin to help that (I was peaking at 25 on my own, with piticin, I was peaking at 125…thank God for that epidural, I didn’t feel that!!).

Right as I was beginning to push, the doctor stopped focusing on me and started talking to Kevin.  Apparently, he was turning white…she instructed him to sit down and the nurse ran and got him some juice and crackers.  That’s all I needed was for him to faint!

By 12:45, Noah arrived.  I was surprised at how quickly went this time around.  He was only 2 days overdue.

So, today, we celebrate Noah’s 8th birthday!  How, well, he’s at school.  My parents are coming down this afternoon (the boys have no idea) and then tomorrow we are going to Dave & Buster’s!

Happy Birthday Noah!!