1 Month!!!So now that we've cleared things up...let's talk about your birth story.
Your brother came fast and furious and was two weeks early. So, I was told by my doctor that you, too, would probably be about 2 - 4 weeks early and I should be prepared. Fast forward to week 39, when I still had no inclination that you would be arriving any time soon. At my 39 week appointment, my doctor basically said, "Welp, no contractions, we'll see you next week." Later that day my former mid-wife had me come in to see if I had progressed at all (b/c mommy's doctor, much to her chagrin, would not check her). On Friday (exactly 39 weeks), I was dilated 4 cms and 50% effaced -- terms I'm still not 100% sure about, but it meant you should be coming soon. But, alas, I felt nothing...no contractions.
Monday, October 17, I woke up with a slight pang that I thought might be a contraction. But then, nothing for the next several hours. Your brother and I went grocery shopping, picked up some pumpkins, and went about our day per usual. I would feel mild contractions sporadically, but nothing ever consistent and nothing that I had to breathe through (which I guess means you're near going into labor).
That night, I started to feel really uncomfortable, like you were sitting funny. I got into bed around 11:30 and just did not feel right. Around 11:45, I looked at your dad and said, "Imma having this baby tonight, pa." 5 minutes later you kicked really hard and my water broke. Well, broke is an understatement...my water, ahem, exploded and flood warnings were issued. I immediately began having hard...HARD contractions. My friend, Jen, hurried over to stay with your brother and your father broke the sound barrier racing me to the hospital. Fun little anecdote: whilst driving to the hospital at midnight, I felt the urge to push...it's true. So your father put the petal to the medal and bounced like the devil (shout out, Hova). He tried to get around someone on the two lane road on which we were driving. The other car took this as a drag racing challenge and immediately went into db mode and began to race us. I was this close to sticking my head out the window and shouting something pleasant. But please, who's going to beat the Grand Marquis? The geriatric-mobile totally beat that jerkface.
We got to the hospital and they wheeled me up to L&D. I love when you get to L&D, writhing in pain, leaking amniotic fluid and tell them you're in labor and they say, "Are you sure?" I'm sorry. Nope, I must be peeing myself for the last 20 minutes...without stopping. And this pain, must be indigestion in my lady parts. Silly fajitas for dinner. YES, I.AM.IN.LABOR. So they wheeled me into the birthing room, stripped me down, got me in bed and told me to fight the urge to push as the doctor was not there yet. Oh...okay. Just stop trying to push. Done. While we're at it, why don't I stop breathing and digesting my food.
Finally, they knew they couldn't hold you back any longer. Doctor or not, they were doing to deliver you. At this point, as I was experiencing a very al-fresco situation, your grandma walked in. The look of "holy crap" on her face said it all...you was a-coming. My doctor walked in like 10 seconds later. I pushed once and immediately felt a fiery pain unlike nothing else. One more time, and there you were. At 1:02 a.m. there was my sweet girl, screaming your head off. So, just in case you haven't been keeping track, you were born in one hour. ONE HOUR. Thank you. You are very efficient.
They immediately put you on my chest and my heart was yours. You were the most beautiful, goop covered little thing. I cannot describe in words that moment when you meet your child for the first time. It's beyond anything I have and will ever experience. It is the most amazing gift the Lord can give a mother.
You were 7 lbs exactly and 20 inches and had a head full of dark hair.
I stayed in the hospital two nights, even though they told me I could go after the first night. A.) Our insurance paid for two nights, so I was taking advantage of that and B.) I wanted that time where it was just you and me, and the occasional nurse who made sure my uterus was de-stretching.
This last month with you, while tiring, has been phenomenal. You have your occasional bouts of gasiness (due in large part to the pizza I ate the previous day...why did it have to be pizza that causes your gas? WHY??). But you are a champion breast feeder and pretty much low key.
And even when you're wide awake at two in the morning with no signs of packing it in for the night, I will just stare at you in awe. You are a beautiful creation and I will love you beyond forever, my sweet Scout.