A birth story.

It was a sunny October day, I was going over some last minute details with my assistant manager because I knew my maternity leave was getting ready to start and I didn’t want to get phone calls every day. Sitting there I was having the worst back pain and nothing seemed to help. I finished up what I had to do, and said see you in 12 weeks. Walking to the car, I knew I needed to call my midwife, she told me to go to the hospital and let her know what they said. I called Micah, who was working over an hour away, told him I was dropping off Addy with my parents and headed to the hospital. I got to the hospital, and after being checked was told I was in labor. I’m sorry what? All those people that say, “Oh you’ll know when it’s time, don’t worry” were wrong, both times! Micah was on his way up, things seemed like they were progressing quickly, after a very awkward check by a nurse who was also a regular customer, I was getting moved to a real room. I was not prepared and I hated that, baby clothes still needed to be washed, bags weren’t packed, and I hadn’t found any helpful hints on Pinterest about raising two under two. Oh goodness the back pain though, this was new and I didn’t like it at all. Micah finally got to me and we waited, and waited, the contractions stopped, the dialating stopped, the pain stopped. I was so confused, the movies never show labor just coming to a halt, and they didn’t talk about that in Lamaze class. After lots of tests and checking, I was sent home to relax and sleep and was to be back the following night to be induced. Since relaxing wasn’t in my “to do list” I cleaned, packed, and tried to imagine life with a second baby, to be honest I didn’t know if I could love another baby as much as my first, but I figured it would work out. It was time to go back and  after being attached to what seemed like a hundred monitors they started the induction process and man does that suck! I couldn’t move, or get the pain meds in fast enough, I was still holding onto the pride of my first easy natural birth and was against the epidural, until answeet nurse came in and said she I wasn’t progressing as quickly as they hoped and I can’t get any more of the medication they were giving me. It had already been a long seven painful hours and I knew I needed some rest, they called for the epidural. Labor and delivery is weird to me as a mom, a lot happens in a short amount of time but looking back it’s hard to remember all the details, one thing I will never forget though is the feeling of the epidural, Oh My Goodness, I looked at Micah and told him this is a breeze I could do this labor thing ten more times, haha! It’s a feeling that was a close second to actually seeing my boy for the first time. Once I could relax the nurse told me to nap and she would come check me in an hour, I slept hard and an hour later she came in to check and baby was ready, like we might not have enough time for the midwife to get here kind of ready. My midwife was the best and got there with enough time to scrub up and catch, and just like that we were a family of four and my sweet little boy was born. 

It’s so crazy to think this was already three years ago and my sweet little boy, is so big. My heart grew that day, and is so full of love for both of my (no so little) babies. 

Happy Birthday sweet Nathanael Eli, I am so thankful I’m your mommy!