I've been meaning to write this post for the last week, but life with a newborn and planning your life around feedings gets a little crazy. First I want to start off by saying my labor and birth teacher was right "labor is WORK." Every woman that has given birth to a baby deserves a huge hug and I would personally give you all one!! On March 24
th around 12:30am I started getting really bad cramps and I thought
hmmmm I haven't felt this for 9 months. I took a hot bath to help relax my stomach and went back to bed. Around 2am I would wake up every 20-30 minutes with bad cramps for about 20 seconds and at that moment I knew that was what a contraction felt like. So glad I never had
Braxton Hicks or anything like that throughout my pregnancy. I tried to sleep until 9 or so, but I woke up
every time they happened. I downloaded a contraction app for my iPhone and started timing them throughout the day hoping they would last longer. Al came home around lunch and walked 3 miles with me around the community college track. We ate at Subway around 4 which little did I know would be my last meal until 4pm the next day.

Around 8pm I went down to our exercise room and walked 2 more miles on the treadmill. After that I took a hot bath which was amazing....I can totally see why women give birth in baths now. The contractions still weren't getting to where I needed them to be so I sat on the exercise ball and suffered through what seemed like 100 more contractions. Finally around 11PM the contractions were about 5 minutes apart and were lasting about a minute each, so I looked at Al and said I think we need to go to the hospital. This was it!! We grabbed the bags I had packed for over a month and drove to the hospital in the pouring rain. They checked me into Triage to make sure I was really in labor and sure enough I was
dilated 2-3cm....HOORAY!! They put us into a labor and delivery room to monitor the baby and check my contractions. After about 30 minutes (who really knows how long it was) the nurse told us we could go walk around the hospital to help me
dilate more. From our room I could hear a lady screaming bloody murder that was obviously having a baby and I think my face went 3 shades whiter because Al said something like we don't need to listen to that, lets go walk around. It was great because there was no one else walking around the hospital at 2am. We walked in circles for about an hour and that's when those awful back labor pains I heard about started. I can't even explain how painful and tiring they were every few minutes.

After our hour long walk I bounced on the exercise ball and laid in my bed until I couldn't handle it anymore. I got an epidural around 4am and finally felt relief as you can see in the picture below.

We both tried to sleep and got about an hour which was not enough for the next 7 hours. We had great nurses and one in particular that was Mormon. She came in and was like you guys are my people...lol My Doctor came around 8am to break my water and right after she snapped those gloves on her hands and was about to lift up my gown I was like Uhhhh I think my water just broke. They thought I was joking, but sure enough it had just broke and I'm so glad that didn't happen in public because it was a lot of water!! My Doctor had the nurses give me some Pitocin to help speed up the process and increase those contractions which thankfully I was not feeling thanks to that amazing epidural. Around 9:30am I started feeling a ton of pressure in my lower back and butt. It was just as awful as a contraction and the nurse said it was because the baby was getting ready to drop. Around 10:30am when I was in tears and complaining about the pain the nurse said "ok you're ready to start pushing." I was like huh, already, what? They had an anesthesiologist come in and give me more pain medicine which I don't think really helped. At this point I was thinking all those girls that said you don't feel a thing after an epidural are full of it. If you're reading this and really didn't feel anything after an epidural than I'm jealous and you're lucky. I pushed for 2 hours and hopefully burned like 10,000 calories. It was painful, tiring, and emotional. Al stood by my side the entire time and coached me through everything. I seriously couldn't have done it without him.
At 12:41pm sweet little (8lbs 5oz little) Baby Alex was born. The moment they put him in my arms was unexplainable. I've never felt so much love as I looked at him and Al and realized how lucky I am.

Inititally his transition breathing was worrisome to the Doctor because it lasted longer than normal. As it turns out he is just fine and had some extra fluid in his lungs from the stress of the birth, so they had to monitor him for a few hours at the nursery until he could come to our room.

The hospital staff was great, we loved the facility and were impressed with everyone there. I had one favorite nurse named Utah. She was from Africa and would come in with cranberry juice and apple juice and say hey I brought you a cocktail. She would bring me those hot underwear they make you wear and say I have some sexy panties for you...hahah


Alex is 2 weeks old tomorrow and everything is going great. We are excited to be starting our own little family. He is the sweetest baby and we can't get enough of him. Thanks to all of you for your love and support. It has been an incredible expericence and we are glad to share it with so many great people
