Soooo….. My parents, brother, and youngest sister came out to visit for the 4th of July. The original plan was for them to come after my due date, July 23, but then when my husband found out he wasn’t reenlisting in the Military and we would have to move back to Missouri the beginning of August we thought I would have time to just go back with them after the 4th. I already had a doctor that agreed to see me and deliver the baby when we got back to Missouri. Since I started having contractions we didn’t want to chance me being in the middle of nowhere between California and Missouri and go into labor, and my parents had non refundable plane tickets booked. We didn’t plan accordingly but that’s how life goes. Anyway, we enjoyed a great weekend and then when they were about to leave on Sunday morning we all went to the hospital because I was having strong contractions. I was dilated to 4 but had to be a 5 for them to help me along. The nurses had me walk and walk and walk and walk. It didn’t help and I was sent home that afternoon. My parents really didn’t have the time to sit and wait for another false alarm since they had to be back for work and they all ended up leaving. I was soooooo upset! It would have been perfect for my family to have been there when I gave birth to my first baby.
I went home that evening and went to bed so I could rest and keep that baby from coming as long as I could. It wasn’t long! My family left at 5:00 PM Sunday evening and I woke up at 5:30 AM Monday morning in excruciating pain. I was in fact in labor!! I called my husband over and over and over and could not get ahold of him, he was already at work. I then began to panic a bit. I called my mom who was driving through New Mexico and she was staying as calm as possible but I knew she was worried that I could not get ahold of my husband. I got off the phone with her and again tried calling my husband, nothing. Thank goodness one of the other Marines my husband worked with noticed that I kept calling his phone repeatedly and went out to get him. “Ummm your wife keeps calling your phone, is she in labor?” When he called me back I was in so much pain and in panic mode so I wasn’t the friendliest. My poor hubby :( (you will notice I say this a lot) While waiting for him to get there I talked to my Grandma on the phone for a bit and she was trying to keep me calm. The all wanted me to call an ambulance but I am stubborn and was not going without my husband. Hubby came home, picked me up and we got to the hospital around 7:00 AM (I think. When you are in labor the only reason you are looking at a clock is to time contractions). Until now I thought I would try to do this all natural unless I really needed an epidural. I applaud those of you who go through child birth and never have an ounce of medication. I was ready for something to stop the pain!! That was the first thing I said to my nurse and I probably sounded like something from the exorcist. But, after my epidural I was good to go. No more pain and I was as happy as could be, I was going to meet my son very soon :) After getting the epidural my contractions slowed down so I was given medicine to help them along. Ironic huh? Up until now I was having to take medicine to stop them. Life is funny sometimes... (I didn’t think it was funny) When my contractions started increasing the nurse checked the position of my son and it was time to push. She was going to let me push a couple times while we waited for my doctor to get ready but one push and he was about to come out. I started to push again when the nurse said "Don't push!" My baby's head was crowning and he was ready to get out of there! The nurse asked if I wanted to feel his head and of course I did. That was the first touch between my baby and me and it still brings tears to my eyes. Gahhhhhh anyway... My doctor came in I pushed 3 times and my son was born! At 3:10 PM I gave birth to a 6 lb 12 oz baby boy who was 20 inches long and absolutely perfect!! I did it! When they laid him on me I felt my entire life change and my heart grow. I felt perfect, my son was perfect, and we had the perfect family. It was hands down the best day of my life!!! So, even though I am actually not perfect, this life is perfect for me.